It was in this way, unintentionally

 
It was in this way, unintentionally
that we began to love each other
that we were sneaking
into these breasts
that expected nothing from love.
It was like this, unintentionally
that a feeling was born
which blooms every day
when I think of you,
when I smile
when I sigh
and you, you are the owner
of all that.
It was born this way
one ordinary day
a December perhaps
or better a January
Or it was a winter
or a warm summer
that warmed our hearts
with the desire for love
It was like this, between letters
between smiles,
in the midst of chats,
in nights of terulia
that I began to love you
And now what?
I don't know!
I don't know if this love
is enough for both of us
But what I do know
Is that I love you.