Who is this that he talks about?
That has ran his mind fantasizing
This that makes him write
Passionate love poems
When he should be concentrating on his lessons
His classes have become second
After this angels that he speaks about
Who is she?
It is you.

Why doesn’t he tell us frankly?
Who she really is?
She who he loves so
That it makes the others envious
Of such deep love
From the bottom of a man’s heart
Blessed be you girl
That is whoever you are;
But it is you.

Smile girl with the angelic face
Give all of us a show
Let us see what the poet says
How true it is
You who I say that my soul craves for
And my heart all extended to
Smile dear smile
And stop to pretend that you do not know
That it is you.

I call you my first lady
But it is you daughter of the moon
You that compete for beauty with Venus
The goddess of it all
Let the sun stop as a witness
Of how much I love you
And I will call out the rainbow
Write on it for the whole world to see
“My love belongs to you”
To you my dear.