Ofrenda

They tell me I'm poor, that I have no right,
To destroy your life, and pretend your love
That I can't give you anything, that I don't deserve you,
That I shouldn't take you to my desolation
And what do people know, of what I offer you,
If my passion keeps you, with eagerness and frenzy
The sun of my poems, the moon of my dream,
And all the treasures, of a happy heart
To count my kisses, I offer you the stars,
And for your fainting spells, twilights of peace
Dawns of my blood, to light your candles,
And they say I'm poor, that I can't love you

To count my kisses, I offer you the stars,
And for your fainting spells, twilights of peace
Dawns of my blood, to light your candles,
And they say I'm poor, that I can't love you