Esta Hora de Los Besos

Not the last nor the first,
The sweetest and most elegant,
Not too sincere,
Nor short on being mischievous,
Not brave nor prudent
To tell you I love you:
Who wants to be the most handsome
Among all the brunettes?

Love is the little water
That relieves me from the desert;
Let me learn with you:
I won't know how to be your teacher.
I don't need height,
Your person will give it to me.
Bring your little shadow,
To shelter in my shadow.

This hour of kisses
In which I would give myself for you,
At your whim and mercy,
Until the light of day
You don't own, my life,
The other twenty-three,
But you know they are yours
If you want to have them.

And you, neither lady nor owner,
Nor a toy at my whim;
I want to be the flame
That has ignited your eyes.
Neither discreet nor jealous,
Nor a woman who makes mistakes,
Not short nor lazy
To lose myself in your mouth.