The Book of Love

Oh god ! My heart is not enough anymore

Because she, whom I love, equals the world

So put in my chest another one..

That is as wide as the world

Your Love is...

...Oh you with deep eyes..

Extremism…

Mysticism…

Worship…

Your Love is..

Like death and birth

Difficult (Impossible) to repeat

Count on your fingers what follows

First…  “my love” you are

Second… “my love” you are

And third..

And seventh

And eighth

And ninth

And tenth … “my love” you are

Let your red gazes kill me

And do not be with me

(Out of) Desperation nor hope

And resist me…

With all your cunnings..

If I come to you like a volcano

Enflamed…

The sweetest lips are those that resist..

And the worst are those that always oblige…

For the sake of this face and those eyes…

Spring has come to visit us twice..

Oh god ! My heart is not enough anymore

Because she whom I love, equals the world

So put in my chest another one..

That is as wide as the world