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How can I tell you
I find myself lost
in the dusk of her eyes,
that I crave her body,
that I'm maddened by it.
I want her to know that
when she passes by my side
my heart goes off
with very strong beats and
makes me want to touch her,
to kiss her...
How do I explain to her
that her gaze pierces me
And turns my head upside down.
That I want to taste her lips
from the first moment
I saw her.
Knowing that
she's engaged
And surely she's happy or not.
Who am I to put noise
in the system?
But it's that when I look at her
I begin to long for her,
I want to be part of her schemes
and calculate between kisses
her logarithms
like a mathematician in love.
So what do I do?
These imprisoned desires
want to break free and make her mine
so that she will dawn in my bed
every day.
I'll do what my mischief prompts me to do,
I'll subtly throw her
an indecent proposal,
accompanied by erotic poetry
and eloquent poetry
to become that decent man
who perverts her mind
and makes it bloom with love
in every dawn.
I am only being faithful
to what I felt in my heart
when I saw her.
I want her all to myself,
I see in her everything I dreamed of,
I'm in awe, in love.
I want to make a life by her side.