My light in chromes.
When the morning comes,
you are a light in chromes.
The sun and the skies
are in your blue eyes.
Your nice white cheeks seem
curtains of a dream.
My morning with you
is my prettiest blue.
How painful it is
to think and to miss!
Be always in the day
the light of my bay.
Your colors are clear,
and I see them here.
That inmense blue sea
you will be to me.
Then we shall march both
by the ways of God.
When the morning comes,
you are a light in chromes.