The silhouette of the hem of her dress
caresses everything like a gentle kiss

And if we do not meet again,
May the flower over my grave
talk to me about your moles
and smell like your sweetness.

My blood still carries
your names with it
My heart still beats
for the echo of your voice
My ruins are now haunted
by the fragments of your
memories

With such beauty and awe my heart grew
As those eyes spilled its golden brown hue

A gush of light now floods my heart
and takes it close to the shore of his heart