Your joy defines my joy.
Your tenderness builds my tenderness.
My poetry rising to you,
consecrated to your love, it is transfigured.
Your look, perfect as the day,
What gentleness to the heart seeks!
On it always overturns the harmony
interior that encourages you in its sweetness.
When I tell you mine it's because I feel
to hover near me your thought,
image of the star and the rose.
Everything that is my life is in your life,
like the dawn in the submerged lily,
like gold in the burning butterfly.
She even in the reason and the nonsense
mistress of my pain and my joy.
In diamond water and in wine
Ripe grape and strawberry under the day.
She in the absence, flower of distance.
In memory, voice of melody
and in nostalgia, fire of hope.
She in solitude just mine.
Naked love that enters my dream advances
as the form of Poetry.
