Love’s like moonlight ov’er cherry blossom trees
With roseate boughs, cooling breeze and stream.
Mingled with baby’s breath, to cherish and hold.
Though nature temperate as slowly setting sun
Stirring strong contentment as battles brio won.
Cause nothing’s ever ended but only just begun.
Madre, behold her lustrous hue.
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