Ofrenda

They say I'm broke,
That I have no right
To ruin your life
And pretend to love you,
That I can't give you anything,
That I don't deserve you,
That I shouldn't take you
Into my despair.

And what do people know
About what I offer you,
If my passion awaits you
With longing and frenzy,
The sun of my poems,
The moon of my dreams
And all the treasures
Of a happy heart.

To count my kisses,
I offer you the stars
And for your fainting spells,
Twilight of peace,
Auroras of my blood,
To light your candles
And they say I'm broke,
That I shouldn't love you.

To count my kisses,
I offer you the stars
And for your fainting spells,
Twilight of peace,
Auroras of my blood,
To light your candles
And they say I'm broke,
That I shouldn't love you.

And they say I'm broke,
That I shouldn't love you.