Everytime thinking of you,
eveywhere I turn, I only see you,
each day that goes by is a real ordeal for me,
tortured that you haven’t still seen,
what you do mean,
to me, all the words can’t express what I feel,
what is it, I can’t tell,
is this love?
is this really love?
who can answer this question?
and have a good mention,
maybe I can, but not now,
let the time flow and this feeling will grow,
and surely, I am going to know,
if it is the marvelous feeling that’s love,
I am going to prove,
to myself, that it was not an ephemeral passion,
rather it was a pure and hearty emotion,
I hope you’re thinking like this,
and that you’ll see like me that love is,
the secret, the essence of human genesis.