Amémonos

I was looking for my soul,
With eagerness your soul,
I was looking for the virgin
Who in front of me,
Touched me sweetly with her lips,
In the feverish dream of love.

I was looking for the woman,
Kind and beautiful
Who in my dreams,
Visited me as a child,
To share with her my love,
To share with her my pain.

Like the sacred solitude of the temple,
Without seeing God one feels His presence,
I sensed your existence in the world,
And like God, I adored you without seeing you.

Let's love each other, my love, in this world,
Where so many tears are shed,
The tears that perhaps those who love shed
Have a certain blessing.

To love is to soak the feeling,
With the fragrance of the lost Eden,
To love, to love is to carry wounded,
With a celestial dart in the heart.

It is to touch the tints of glory,
It is to see your eyes, to hear your voice,
It is to carry the firmament in the soul,
And it is to die at your feet in adoration.