Bougainvillea

I think of you my bougainvillea In your full bloom copper red You take my body and free my mind In the furrows of your bed You tell me stories of forgotten cities Where love always endures Through disasters and diseases You prescribe the cure... Bougainvillea... See the colour of the roses And magnolia perfume... The words of angel Gabriel Divines our lovers tune... Oh Bougainvillea... And I sit here with your writer Whom I have now made mine In this city sing the angels A chorus to your shrine See the colour of the roses And magnolia perfume... The words of angel Gabriel Divines our lovers tune... Bougainvillea...