Tres Palabras

Listen to the confession, of my secret
Born from a heart, that is deserted
With three words, I will tell you all my things
Things of the heart, that are precious
Give me your hands come take mine
I will entrust you with my longings

They are three words
Only, my anxieties
And those words are
How I like you

They are three words
Only, my anxieties
And those words are
How I like you