For thee, perpetually, I persevere,
standin' still, proud, without fear.

Longing for thy grace, torn by misery.
'twas my path–despondent, and fiery.

Thou art but a blessing from above,
an angel–mine–filled with deep love.

The reward from my suffering's finality,
a singularity of hope, in life's absurdity.

And, the day God bestowed thee unto,
A light in my sky, my lovely guiding star.
Amor, si no es contigo, (Love, if it's not with you,)
yo no quiero a nadie má'. (I don't want anyone else.)

I've thought of our future, though I’ll never see those days.
Are you just a dream, or real in some way?
If my end holds a reward, what could it be?
Is the final prize simply you for me?