Mi need to bathe you,
is the courage to escape my loneliness ...
How many nights I prayed desperately to preserve
intact your being ...?,
but finally my love complained ...

And tells me that in the dark march,
Repeat the romantic are ...
Non delirious delirium,
not escape my last words
of love for you.
But fear took possession of me ...
I die of cold Frosting
because I can not move my hands,
stop them closer to you ...
They are collected only sadness
raw winters past.

To write you're born ...
born of my hands,
believing be yours ...
and memory makes me see the light.
To quiet me you ...
fulfilling your order;
in which I usually remember that in the mornings
your laborious things you go,
perhaps you are thinking of me ...
and in the morning today
cardiography full slide it from me to you.

Into Virginity in their beautiful innocence,
It made me smell your transgressors and delectable flavors ...
like your closet where your clothes,
smell the soft body owner of the shoes;
like a wedding garment.

Sent your nose and your eyes rears,
I feel close to my timid lips ...
can now define your geography,
and talk about how walking the streets
I transported my arms,
and as my starters we had far kisses,
perhaps to opening a new relationship warm meeting.

But again, the difference between your body and mine,
make me dream your soul,
I do remember just harder ...
feel your body feeling more mine.
I have a demonic fear,
afraid to feel the dense flow of your love ...
as if the exhaust kiss you starting and running over
the planting of hopes deposited,
as the ends of your belongings ...
or the wall of your home delimited.

But  your caste Toscana brunette rends my restless sighs,
Rends my hands as if to touch you whole
to paint my skin of your color.
Sand you have to love,
Put your hands under mine ...
so that I can not drink a sip of wine,
impounded  on your cheeks ...
and wine do not take to me
not taking off my hands from yours.

Tand I offer my heat ...
like a sunny day Spring overflowing ...
Raising your passions and my arms to get up
Sighs with Menthol warming your icy areas,
lovers embracing your dreams in my nascent Spring
living in my beloved senses intertwined by you.

Nor stop thinking about you,
because the man who dwells in me in the past feelings ...
forget the past love to have you just you ...
I not leave the neglects,
abandonment only present cold ...
necessary to deliver in the morning sun.

For you is my feeling,
for you and I'm ...
looking for the deafening noise
tell me love you ...
Or frozen bury my senses ...
He is smiling at death with his golden cup,
giving me drinking his relieved henbane ...
and sleep a hundred allusive to you dreams.

For you is my feeling,
wind softens my feeling
it softens my words ...
Live to worship illustrated landscapes of you.

My beautified i feel for you,
He asks me to rest his head ...
than going with its slow pace,
it will leave in your hands ...
beautiful fear feel for you.

Sizable beautiful like a tower Freedoms,                
My feeling comes to you ...
in my current feeling
Accept your fragile charged intentions
my good wishes.
I fear ... Hat beautiful,
I think not feel it now ...
thinking that the brave desire in me,
press the depth of my feeling,
escaping debris everywhere from me to you!

That curiosity talk about love ...
of this tireless poem,
fearful of this poem ...
his desirable courage of Love You...!