Your name is what inspires each letter of mine,
The verses that my pen shapes with longing.
My thoughts belong to you, sweet harmony,
The anxieties with which I live this sublime wakefulness.
Love bears your essence, your sacred imprint,
When it runs feverishly through the current of my being.
When it drives my senses mad with its flame,
So immense is the passion I feel for you,
That I dream of overflowing fantasies.
That spirals this burning torment,
Taking shape in poetry with scintillating verses.