I was searching for my soul,
With zeal your soul,
I was looking for the virgin
That to my forehead,
He played with his lips sweetly,
In the feverish imsonio of love.
I was looking for the woman,
Beautiful and beautiful
That in my dreams,
I visited as a child,
To leave with her my love,
To break my pain with her.
Like the sacred solitude of the temple,
Without seeing God, his presence is felt,
I sensed your existence in the world,
And as God without seeing you I adore you.
Let's love my good in this world,
Where so many tears spill,
Those who pour out maybe those who love
He has a blessing.
To love is to soak the feeling,
With the fragrance of Eden lost,
Love, love carrying wounded,
With a celestial dart the heart.
It is touching the tintels of glory,
It's seeing your eyes, it's listening to your accent,
It is in his soul to carry the firmament
And it is dying at your feet of adoration.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)