If I say: Her eyes are the extension of my heart,
You cry out: Hold on, from the excess of my desires!
And if I say: A butterfly alighted upon my lips,
You laugh, and the waves shake the course of my ships.
She is life itself; there is no life without her passing.
She is the fragrance, if the winds of my playgrounds blow.
I endured rejection whose chapters are countless,
And I concealed a sorrow that my bags could not contain.
Dark-skinned and enchanting, beautiful like madness,
She walks gently upon... The sands of my troubles
Her hands are verdant, and spring is her friend
And upon the slope of her breast, I crafted my desires
Peace be upon her the day she slept in my arms
And the day she lay down, seeking to sip my sweetness
Peace be upon her, how her suns shone
And how they withdrew when my processions departed
I wanted to capture the dawn upon her cheeks
And from the brevity of time, my hands faltered
Hearts were purified when she passed Her image
And the fire of my strangeness sank into the sparkle of her lips
The echo replays the melody of my surrender to her embrace
And from her words came all my gains
I lost my senses, my reason, in my pursuit of her
So, the horses of my experiences did not run as usual
My love for her is unblemished
How strange is my love, how it conceals my flaws
The tongue of my enemies did not respect my longing,
Nor did it fear my moans or the hiss of my misfortunes
If the universe turns against me, I opened schools
And I learned in a universe unlit by my stars
Love... cannot live without wonder
And when the heart ignites, my wonders are revealed
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