Above all, to my love I'll be attentive
First and always, with care and so much
That even when facing the greatest enchantment
By love be more enchanted my thoughts.
I want to live it through in each vain moment
And is honor I'll spread my song
And laugh my laughter and cry my tears.
When you are sad or when you are content.
And thus, when later comes looking for me
Who knows, the death, anxiety of the living
Who knows, the loneliness, end of all lovers.
I'll be able to say to myself of the love (I had):
Be not imoortal, since it is flame
But be infinite while it lasts.
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