Obsession

One and the same dream inhabits me,

Often my nights haunt me,

To be one day the king of her heart, 

To make her garden, her sacred temple,

The intimate place of all my secrets, 

To sow seeds and trees of passion

With singular and eternal fruits,

Delights with a taste of honey and cinnamon

To the body, to the soul better elixir;

Like a long-awaited child to cherish

And with his love protect him, cover him