Metido

I feel with my soul in love
With your joyful laughter and your look,
It is a love so deep
That it is vain to dissimulate.
 
At times, I have felt myself go crazy
To lose myself in sorrow, to kill the illusion,
But the memory burns me,
And in vain I try to calm my passion.
 
Like an artist
In love with your life,
To no one I want
To tell my pains,
To you alone, I must render
Worship and honors,
As an offering
Of my most sincere love.
 
I carry in my breast
The poison that kills me,
And an intense yearning
To kiss you madly,
To pamper you
With the sweetest tenderness,
And more than a slave
To be your worshipper.