Here, caressing the curls
of my hair,
thinking of the sweet scent
that your skin gives off.

Scent of tenderness,
with a smile that nestles in my eyes,
intoxicated in the dark night,
darkest of my happiness.

I might not love you,
but I love you,
not only do I love you,
I prefer you.

I love you,
but I don't need you,
I love you like a flower in the garden,
I want to care for you every day,
to admire its beauty,
when the sun caresses its petals.