You. You are next to perfection
Subtle stroke on an exquisite thin sheet of paper
And the depth of my clear reflection
Within your eyes means my love you feel sooner or later.
Oh, tender phantom of freedom
Harmony of emotions, organic spontaneous movements
I desire to immerse in your arms
With no wishes, no thoughts, no improvements.
Oh, may we have some more time
Ten years or so with no rights to encounter
To collect all the things we sublime
And at last have access to this virtual candor