Moon-kissed and pure, like an angel of yore,
Fragile and shy, radiant evermore.
Nimble and pale, dances in rain,
A silent heart, overflows with pain.
A longing sigh, a beaming smile,
A glorious form, lovely and fertile.
Warm tears, full of emotional evenness,
Forever optimistic, carries no evilness.
Never loses its worth, like precious paraphernalia,
A wonderful soul – the Alba Magna Azalea.