I love your name, all its letters, and the way it's written.
You don't know how my heart rejoices just by seeing your name and its elegant pink image shining on my page.
Your name is the most precious and beloved of names. Without it, no day is beautiful, and my hours are empty.
When I see your name among the names, morning comes again, the sun rises again, the birds sing again, and joy glows in my heart once more.
I love your name, its details, its colors, and I love how it affects me and makes me happy.
When I see your name, I rejoice more, I am more elated, I dream more, I love you more, and I adore you more.

Here, far from you, thirst inhabits the eyelashes of my eyes that long for you. The sunset has exhausted me, for there are no birds here, no bright colors.
Here, far from you, silent moments steal me and the joy of my morning. When will you rise? When will the colors of dawn rise from the distant galaxies? Then my celebration will be great with you.
Here, far from you, I dream of a cheerful smile hidden among your shores. Oh, my dearest one, teach me a warm nighttime sigh and a gentle morning smile.
Here, far from you, I learn nothing but silence and solitude that steal my breath. So, I look forward to seeing your eyes every day. They're the only thing that makes me feel like myself and come out of my loneliness.

My love, I trust you, because you are something full of truth and clear as the sun. My love, I trust you as I trust my eyes and my hands. Be my eyes with which I see your blue eyes, and be my hands with which I caress your rosy lips.
My pure and clear love, you are a river, you are a moon, and you are a soft nighttime story. My love, how I trust you, I trust your words, I trust your looks, I trust your whispers and your gestures.
My beautiful love, how wonderful you are! How delicate, and how soft you are. And how much I trust you. My love, I trust you, so do you trust me?

I am grateful that you are here, that you fill my life with bright and elegant colors.
I am grateful to you because you are different and wonderful.
I am truly grateful, and I have nothing but to thank you for this abundance, this contentment, and this imagination, all from you.
I am grateful, and I will always be grateful, that with your presence you revived a spirit in me that had been absent for years.
I am grateful that, because of you, I began to remember my smile, my passion, my voice, my journey, the birds and the rose; things I had forgotten before you.
I must tell you that I am grateful to you because your love is a wonderful thing that has happened in my life.
I am truly grateful to you because the happiness I feel with you has never happened and will never happen again.

Everything reminds me of you. Do you see the morning? It reminds me of you. Do you see the evening? It reminds me of you. Do you see the sun? It reminds me of you. Do you see the moon? It reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you.
If I look at the sky, I remember your blue eyes. If I look into my heart, I remember your strange tenderness. If you touch my face, I remember your beautiful face.
Everything reminds me of you. Even when I write poetry, the poetry reminds me of you. If I read a love poem, it reminds me of you. If I feel my heartbeat, it reminds me of you. If I see a beautiful bird, it reminds me of you. If I see an elegant rose, it reminds me of you. If I hear a beautiful voice, it reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you.

How beautiful is this warm evening? How short it is! In it, I saw your eyes, your golden eyebrows, and your rosy lips. All the beaches welcome me, all the orchards and moonlight greet me, even the place and all the paths make me feel warm because I am with you.
It was a delicate, fragrant, and colorful evening, unlike any other; it celebrates your eyes and your bright light. Oh, this evening that loves your elegant clothes, your elegant walk, and your elegant smile.
I want to tell you something. I tried to send you messages every evening, to find you every evening, to see your eyes every evening. But I say it sincerely: I am so grateful, so grateful to you. You don't know how happy I am with you, with the memory of your eyes and the memory of your smile that never leaves me.

Your eyes are a morning garden of flowers overflowing with tenderness and softness. When I look at you, I wander aimlessly and endlessly.
All roads lead to your eyes, everything reminds me of your eyes, it seems I have no escape. I no longer see anything but your eyes, I no longer remember anything but your eyes, and I no longer want anything but your eyes.

How infatuated I am with your blue eyes, how imprisoned I am with your blue eyes, and how lost I am in your blue eyes.
I see nothing without seeing your eyes, I hear nothing without remembering your eyes, I wake up in the morning and breathe in the fragrance of your eyes, and no evening comes without me going mad with longing for your eyes.
Your eyes are my eternal illness from which I will never recover, I am certain of that.