When of our love, the passionate flame
inside your chest lover, contemplate extinguished
since only for you, life is loved to me
the day you miss me, will I get up? life
Because my thought, full of this affection,
that in a happy hour, I would become your slave,
far from your pupils, it's sad as a child,
who sleeps dreaming, in your lullaby accent.
To wrap you in kisses, I would like to be the wind,
and I would like to be everything, what your hand touches;
be your smile, be your very breath,
to be closer to your mouth
I live of your words and eternally I hope
call you mine, as one who expects a treasure;
far from you I understand, how much I love you,
and kissing your letters, naively I cry
Sorry if I do not have, words that I can,
tell you the ineffable, passion that devours me,
to express my love, I only have left,
tear my chest, beloved and in your silk hands
leave my throbbing, heart that adores you.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)