To A Flower

(Sampaguita)

Fairest bloom of summer,
Kissed by May time shower;
Why must you leave so soon,
Oh, sweetheart of the moon?

Now that storm days have come,
Joys in my heart are gone;
Blossoms that I adore,
Fragrance possessed, no more.

Fallen petals that deck,
The earth I now collect;
Faded, precious token,
Of star drops from heaven.

I'll always remember,
Withered bits of summer;
And cherish with fondness,
Your enchanting sweetness.




by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento