María bonita

Remember Acapulco,
those nights,
Beautiful Maria,
Maria of my soul.
Remember that on the beach
with your little hands
you rinsed
the little stars.
Your body, a toy of the sea,
a drifting ship,
the waves came,
swaying it,
and while I watched you,
I swear with feeling,
my thoughts betrayed you.
I told you many words
of those beautiful ones
that lull
hearts,
asking you to love me,
to turn
my illusions
into realities.
The moon that watched us
a little while ago
became a little
indifferent,
and when I saw it hidden,
I knelt to kiss you
and thus give you
all my life.
You must have had loves,
many loves,
Beautiful Maria,
Maria of my soul,
but none as good
or as honest
as the one you made
blossom in me.
I bring it full of flowers
as an offering
to leave it
at your feet.
Receive it excitedly
and swear to me you don't lie
because you feel
idolized.