Sweet honey in my days, it's your smile!
Canticle of archangels, it's your voice!
Beating at the same time,
the two hearts are whistling in the breeze.

And dreams glide unhurriedly
down your precocious breast,
that unleashes in me this fierce longing
to kiss you without reason, without premise.

I am addicted to your eyes, your gaze,
I breathe through the pores of your skin
which is my contact with eternity.

My arms trap you in their bower,
and trace in your life, like a brush,
colors of love in vastness.