Rosa Bella

If your body were mountains,
I'd have long been a wanderer wrapped in sighs and your incense.
Living deep within you, among caves, moss, and wind.
If only for a day you were that dream, I'd stop time.

If your body were mountains, I'd carve paths and trails through the thick woods,
Eager to touch you with my clumsy feet and hands, your clear and soft skin of earth.
And I'd plant my hope in an unreachable place so it would never die.

Beautiful rose, if you were this air and land, I'd happily wait for dawn,
And that moment when hope is born, I'd be as faithful as the sun lighting up your face.
If you let the sky give you, your sunrise would be my moon and stars.
From your vast space, I'd fill you with pure love and desire,

If your body were mountains, I'd climb up your thighs, dodging shivers between grooves and ravines,
And reaching your breasts, you'd scream with desire, swearing eternal love,
And with the spell of that dance, showering you with kisses, you'd know how much I care.

And exhausted, I'd descend to the valley that stretches near your belly,
And I'd drink from that warm, clear water, draining a spring so pleasing with desire,
And in your vast space, I'd sacrifice myself, so I’d never lose you again.