An Chloe
José Carlos Santos Silva
To Chloe
To Chloe
When love looks out of your blue,
bright, open eyes,
and I can't help but feel
my heart beating and glowing with joy;
and I hold you and kiss
your rosy cheeks warmly,
dear girl, and I embrace
you trembling in my arms,
Girl, girl, and I press
you tightly to my chest,
which in the last moment
only lets you go as it dies;
a dark cloud shadows
my intoxicated gaze,
and then I sit exhausted,
but blissful, next to you.
