Gabriela and her umbrella (scene I)

               
   
You know what? I love to follow Gabriela    
Walking down the street with her umbrella          
A true vision of silken poetry in a nice saga          
Or a lyrical song we could sing cappella                  
                  
Scene I : Gabriela, her umbrella and her dress                
               
When I see Gabriela down the street with her umbrella       
She is wearing a little short dress of porcelain china       
Floating around her thighs, a magnificent dreamy diva.            
           
Sometimes, a blow of the wind shows me her strings sexy      
Her buttocks of pure ivory, rushes my blood in ecstasy       
And I take advantage of this view, I am very happy!            
           
Reminiscences of stars in movies, walking on famous square       
I think of Marilyn Monroe but Gabriela has black hair       
Her dress is not white...but she's mine and that's what I care          
           
I thank Gabriela to have chosen this pretty dress and       
I thank the winds in helping me float in wonderland!                    
               
The view is wonderful, the sound is pure joy          
  "Drip, drop, drip" the rain falls on the umbrella          
  "Clip, clop, clip" echo the heels on my heart                
               
Her scent intoxicatingly sweet, the perfume of Gabriela    
Just as she is on my heart, enveloped in rainy aroma!           
       
     
Just I apologize to the several modifications of the text, after publishing it!
Your advices are really welcome!  
A great thank to Mrs. Vee for her helpfully advices.  
And a great thank to Gabriela to be my muse![/font] [/font]