Tres Palabras

Listen to the confession
Of my secret
Born from a heart
That is deserted

With three words
I will tell you all my things
Things of the heart
That are precious

Give me your hands, come
Take mine
For I will confide in you
My yearnings

They are three words
Only my anxieties
And those words are
How I like you

They are three words
Only my anxieties
And those words are
How I like you