Witness my eye the sky guide,
of your sweetness, the sun chased me
slow night and watered your sweetness
epicenter of my love when you kiss my cure ...
My shadow which body lies cinerario
drinking are wind your funeral
of the double bell at dawn aleve,
resurging tide wind your pain ...
Raises throne in silence, your sweet scent weighs
which incisive ship that sways native,
iridescent sea foam on the numb
allying shadow to shadow, blue waters kissing ....
It's gold for her tears, the dew that compares
foam slowly gave his shadow, line
which becomes thick where abundance planting
Wave Rider, where the wind love ...
Dark trim my center, passive voice weak
not furnish crying tears and salts
complacent asleep in feints and slight soles
amuran that the brightness of your indelible ...
He lies awake and his cosmogony
withered canes printed elegy drawn
in the corporeal and poems genuflexo faded sea
in sad minor waves and kept equidistant shadow ...
For Passive burning flares returning
the zeal of covert and committing yourselves canopies
Panthers headings of the color of your eyes
weighs more tenuous minority therefore working
in equal manner, undergirding the cloudscape
Hard expected from every tribe in the mall,
lover forever fresh and silk
your perpetual smile and sword outrage ...
Look of Love ubiquitous and helmet,
clearance at dawn, opposite and recovered
foam and thump, thump foam
silence of dawn and look that adds ...
Necessary night, your eyes tea
Gold plunges his tray in the dark
nacre on the spur of his eyes in shadow
ruddy lost in the heat the tar ...
Opposites pines, gallant, each other, the way
your perpetual Spring frost and sun
mobbing with pearly flowers, and your joy
at dawn, you may not hurt your flower paradise,
youth of your eyes honey atesados in suspense
your resurgent gold color in his fleeting pain
subduing the fire of dusk wet spurious
in the silence of your jungle, crossed light ...
You are the witness to my love guide your eye
in the calm warm pearly, where you fly,
and love where my summer rhapsody you you console
is double burning fires of whimsy ...
Scoop is the Summer, and his arrival in the spring,
encouragement of my hopes, it raises flares
and on the wings of my flower chains continuous born
that bind me to you are like sisters, in your bank ...
Born of your light summer attire,
more carry your cross, fall in love with my hand.