FOR HER WHO YIELD ME MILK

Sweet is the woman who served me newness

From the depths of her breasts,

For I had not known taste.

But sweeter still is the love that beats and meets my tongue

With every drop of milk I lick up.

Precious is her sincere care,

That sails above the tides of time,

And gave me a peek into the peak of heaven.

For in her eyes dwells the force of the seraph,

That never loses light nor grow dim.

I have thought of clouds of light,

And even of rainbows at night.

Yet these glow of beauty does not come close to the radiance of the glorious woman

Who taught me how to shine.

Blessed is her tenderness that has tended three tendrils

For her heart has learnt to love in three different ways

And still remain whole.

Máámi...

You yielded me milk

And gave your life in drops of sweetness,

That broke your wings that mine may grow

And beautifully take flight.

For you are the brightest gem and the deepest song,

The flower that breathes fragrance into my existence.

#El_Magnifico™