Fiebre de Ti

This love so fatal
That grips my mind
This fever of you
These vehement desires
This hellish heat
That embraces my forehead
Forgiving you everything
Your past and present

But it can't be, no
Going towards you would be
Leaving in the path of my life
The remains of my manhood
Tear me apart my god
This morbid idea
Of always desiring her
Above all things.