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When the soul so asks for tender passion,

And a gentle look serves as a continuation of thoughts,

Suddenly I realized that only with you is happy,

I just love the way you talk and think.

I like to dream with you

And contemplate all the wonder you have woven

Crossed by chance, the world is so small

I feel an unbearable pain inside.

I like to dive into the ocean of your love

And draw strength and create a new universe,

And hear the voice and steps, even if you are far away,

And call you in the night affectionately under the pale moon.

And every day love grows stronger, betraying strength,

Reaching for you, as if in search of nirvana and grail,

Sometimes joy and sadness are torn apart for no reason,

In the manifestations of the soul, we were sincere and did not play.

Suddenly you say that «I was not happier»

And I will answer sincerely «I was not, even in my thoughts»,

Spring called and in our passion flourished,

You gave me the sky, the universe and wings.