I can write you poems and imagine you are with me
And I’m ready to pay the fee so I can find the proem
To describe the notion of how deep I really feel
For years has been sealed, now? Resurrection
I can tame my anxiety, and take the wind as my accomplice
That is all my avarice, and I will tune my heart in such variety
That I will find the way to love you even though I know
Distance far away has taken the possibility to go on
Even if you do not love me so, I will take the stars
To compare them to you eyes, and be content though
Knowing that you are more beautiful than the sky
And that is a wondrous sight above all
It is not that is ok, to think about you every day
It is not that I am here and you are there or that I am afraid
About not meeting you ever again, this is a bane
It is not about then, it is about what my feelings contain