I'm not going to ask you if you love me,
because the wind whispers in your eyes,
I'm not going to ask you to stay,
because love is not chained,
is born free like the sun in the morning,
and its brightness is felt in every scene.
Your laughs are echoes, they are dreams flying,
in the sweet corner of my memory.
If you look at me deeply, without fear, without haste,
I'll know that in your gaze our story is woven.
Words are shadows that sometimes confuse,
better is the sincere and silent gesture;
an embrace that speaks, an impassive whisper,
is more than promises, it is consecrated love.
I won't ask you if you love me,
I will discover it in every gesture, every walk,
because true love doesn't need words,
is only the touch of the soul when loving.