Amarte is breakfast in the kitchen,
It is the light of a new day,
with toast and omelette.
Amarte is our daily life,
that she sleep in our bed
but only once.
Amarte is watching the hummingbirds fly,
the house full of colors
and things that do not need.
To love you is to watch TV when it rains,
tell you where it hurts
and that you caress my back.
To love you is to celebrate and undress you,
discover and conquer you,
love is vertigo and delivery.
Amarte is the way traveled,
loving you is everything and it is empty,
love you is that and much more.
Loving you is all that and much more.
Amarte is my brüula, my antenna,
It is your serene look,
It is silence in front of the sea.
To love you is to live with beauty,
to see how our child
already long to walk.
Amarte is surprising the dawns,
it's saliva and salty skin,
It is hug and it is shelter.
Loving you is solving the crossword,
spy through the window
when you water the garden
To love you is to celebrate and undress you,
discover and conquer you,
love is vertigo and delivery.
Amarte is the way traveled,
loving you is everything and it is empty,
love you is that and much more.
Loving you is all that and much more.
To love you is to renew the privilege,
is to do you the honors
before making love
To love you is to celebrate and undress you,
discover and conquer you,
love is vertigo and delivery.
Amarte is a shared destiny,
loving you is everything and it is empty,
love you is that and much more.
And without wanting to disregard the truth,
To love you is all of that, to love you is all of that,
To love you is all that and much more.
Much more.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)