I must confess, exiled heart,
that I have a relationship with someone older than me,
that a renegade love beats in my veins.
As they say, age is just a number,
and in the soul, a pure and sincere bond.
Your voice is an echo that traps me in dreams,
painting the days with sweet enchantment.
It is a forbidden love, a juicy secret,
Sometimes my mind screams for me to stop,
that in this madness, destiny is twisted.
But in your arms I find my calm,
and in your touch I soften the doubts of my soul.
Even if the world murmurs and fingers point,
it beats in my chest, and it will always be there for you.
So I confess, without fear,
that in this madness I have found true love.
No matter what path life takes,
you are my light, my beacon, my everything.
