De Flor Em Flor

Love to torment me
Gave the flower a scent of jasmine
From a handful of white sand
With legends and shells
Made a prison for the sea
And shining like this

Everything here seems to come from him
An actor, a portrait, the bush
The end of the act
A plate made to spit

And to surrender someone
Has in the look
A knife made
With stainless steel alloy
The intrigue of the ring
Which is all passion

He was crowned king
In love simple will is law
Something bitter
Or does it lock
So sweet it makes you sick

I only know that love finally
From flower to flower
Made you for me