My guitar sings a sublime song
to the rhythm of your love, divine muse.
Your cinnamon skin shines with such fusion,
That my body is tanned and my soul does not refuse.
A kiss is a universe of great passion,
Your gaze in my eyes, a star that illuminates.
I fall in love with your black hair in action,
each caress, a poem that the being does not reject.
You are my morning song, my awakening,
moonbeam when I open my eyes with tenderness.
With you by my side, I can yearn for nothing.
In you I find the most sublime beauty,
my symphony of love, worthy to inspire,
eternal verse that lives in my pure soul.
