Never, my love, will I wander without you
Never, my love, will I wander without you,
You are the pulse in my veins, beating tirelessly,
You are like the wine that sets my thoughts ablaze,
And the blade that cuts my thoughts, before they've been thought.
Never, my love, will I desire another symbol,
Than your delicate beads, dancing freely,
And your passionate sway, that kindles desires,
That opens a theatre of reverie in the minds of passers-by.
Never, my love, will I fly without a course,
You are the nail in my palm, fixing me in a dream,
Crucified in this sweetness of sirens,
That holds an eternity, in a single occasion.
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