You are the silence of a few verses that ignite my soul, the warm caress that envelops my feelings. Light of my dawns, guardian of my uncertain dawns, of awakenings in silence, lover of passions at times.
You are the poetry that gives my soul, that embraces my fears, that kisses my scars and enraptures my being. You are the one who, in a sigh of love, gives me peace and calm.
Jailer of my dreams, craftsman of love, you suspend time with a moan that shouts your name. Sorcerer of my moons, with a glance you undress body and soul, you enslave my body and mind until you turn me into an impure soul.
You lull love to sleep with your verses, you imprison my spirit and, with the sweetness of honey, you enamour love to the point of surrendering it to your feet. Ambassador of love, master of my dreams, falling into the nets of your love is like falling into a rose bush.
While you sigh for the fragrance of roses, their thorns do mortal harm to my heart. For in your arms, my soul is cast in a spell of passion from which I can never escape.
I am a prisoner of this burning love, bound by the shackles of your gaze, captive in the labyrinth of your caresses. I cannot help but succumb to your spell.
Even when your verses tear my soul, and your kisses burn me to the core, I can only surrender to this love that holds me imprisoned in your enchantment.