Don't tell me with words
for sometimes they are just empty echoes,
let me feel your sincere heartbeat,
in this corner where the cold flees.
Love me, without further ado or fear,
let the touch become a song,
let your skin be a verse that recites
the promises kept in the heart.
Kiss me again, again and again,
that in each kiss the flame is lit,
and may your tongue speak in a whisper,
translating the love that in us is poured.