À Meia Luz

Dinner with her, by candlelight,
It's everything I dreamed of.
Then let
the table catch fire.
A bottle of old vintage
of the most real wine.
To deserve the princess's lips.
Silver, linen, crystal glasses,
in half light in a sensual atmosphere.
To involve you and tell you,
open my heart.
Why hasn't this princess
appeared yet?

The night comes, the hours go, immense loneliness.
And when I realized it was dawn.