I will love you in deep silence and from a wide distance.  I will love you without a sound, a whisper, or a song. I will love you without telling you or pointing you out.
I will love you with every distance, with every despair, and with every absence. I will love you with deep absence and deep separation. I will love you from afar, look at you from afar, and be happy with you from afar. I will love you secretly and privately, between me and myself, and I will not tell anyone about my love, not even you.
I will love you forever until the end of life, but in silence and as far away as a star.

I loved the sea because it reminded me of your blue eyes, from which my beginning and end are revealed. I loved the sun because it reminded me of your golden cheeks. I loved the evening because it reminded me of your moist whispers. Ah, how often we talked about the morning and its radiance, and here you are with your Babylonian eyes, creating infinity in my heart. Your blue eyes enchant the place like an eternal lazuli honor and like worn walls polished with ruby. Your Babylonian eyes are sweet as honey, and like the eyes of an angel playing with a deer.
Your eyes are something indescribably beautiful. They look at me, and I smile without turning around. It is enough for me that when I see your eyes, I smile.

I will roam the valleys of love in the early hours of dawn, warming my glowing heart and brown horizon with your blue eyes.
I will give you a song you've never heard before. I carry it in my heart with the remnants of longing.
When I met you in the world of absence, your light so dazzled me that I sailed far behind your voice.
You are a cup of love inspired by wisdom. You are so similar to the pink birds that told me my eyes were ablaze with love.
Come closer, come closer, I am those meteors falling in the courtyards of longing. Come closer, come closer, hear my voice. How I wish I could write my name in a cup of love early.

Oh, wild love, how could you invade the corners of my dreams and my closed worlds? You draw me into a strange passion like a traveler lost among the bamboo trees.
It is a wild love whose tales melt my soul, touching the skin of the water. It is soft, enchanting, and irresistible.
Let me sail endlessly into your eyes and disappear happily into its waves. I just want a stormy moment, where you surround me with all the glittering drops on your golden hills.
This is how my dream sings. I am not skilled at pretending, but the drops of ecstasy that wet the grass stir this wild love.
O my beloved heartbeat, where did you get all this purity? And all this glorious existence? When I look at your smiling face, bathed in pride, I remember stories in which no one is lost but me.

Your eyes are my world, and I desire nothing else. I truly desire nothing else.
Your eyes are my world, and I have lived with them for hours and days, deeply and intensely.
Your beautiful eyes are my happy world, my hidden world, my only world, and my very special world, which I desire no other.
Your blue eyes are my beloved world. I do not miss them because they are always with me, and my blood inhabits them.
Your eyes are my world, and all these flowers, colors, rivers, and birds are an outpouring from them.
Your eyes are the world in which I truly live. Your eyes are enough for me, and for that I am very grateful to you.

Your words are bright orange, dripping with honey. Oh, their magical clarity and captivating scent have touched me deeply.
Your words are soft, warm grapes, so sweet, so serene.
Your words are so whispery, like an Eastern poet melting in longing. I wish you could see his glowing heart.
Your transparent words are an endless gift. Their taste is as cool as the shade of a tree in lush fields.
Your words are butterflies swimming in a river. Oh, they are raindrops gathering glittering things.
Your words caress the face of the dewy morning and the heart of the humid evening.
Your words are cedar forests, in whose hands sleep magical tales.
Your words are beyond imagination, but they are truly a wonderful gift on this smiling day.

I am so happy that I love you. My days, hours, and moments in your love are unforgettable.
I am truly happy and grateful for your love. Without it, I wouldn't have felt this great joy, this great peace, and this great light.
I am happy with your love, happy with your eyes, happy with your cheeks, happy with your lips, happy with your smile.
I am happy with your love. In it, I learned the meaning of longing, the meaning of yearning, the meaning of waiting, the meaning of morning, and the meaning of evening.
I am so happy that I love you. You are a different person, a different kind, a different thing, and a different world.
How can I not be happy with your love when you are a dazzling, unrepeatable world, and a shining star that fills me with light and joy?

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

POSTPONED LAUGHTER

Our postponed laughter will surely celebrate and light up the evening. Your love has given me a light that no one could have imagined, not even the poets sitting in the winter café. What a great joy, what bright colors!
I feel the fragrance of your love wafting through the alleys where the air is free, walking deeply without affectation or a straw hat.
Oh my God, don't you see this vast number of brightly colored butterflies? Don't you see that I would like to tell you about many things, whose whispers I have begun to feel in my heart?
I will tell you about a boat of dreams as I travel in the breeze. I wish you could have seen that. How strange it is, a swallow singing in the corners of my hope, and a sparkling river carrying me to a floating city. I saw them there. I mean your blue eyes shining amidst the trees, and on your lips postponed laughter, a faint color that I thought was your love.