Poesia
As an enchantment
Your love has the magic of an enchantment,
here or alone, you are always my present,
bewitching me, you avert all my fears,
for you I’ve such a joy that I drip tears.
But I do not boast about it:
I only wanna lay sweetly,
and take delight greedily,
while your magic fils my mind.
Because I really want you, sweet kind.