My soul drenches in the realm of your quintessence To rise in its resplendent renaissance Akin to the birth of a feathered avian Searching in your heart, a tiny pavilion. Held up by the reciprocation of your love Which has not done yet, despite of heavy hove Within the strength of yearn, never dies The sensibilities that keep the souls’ ties. Devotion to you taught me self-amore, Yet I was alive, now I live to the core.