Que me amabas con locura

The moon reflected
in your dark eyes,
the stars were goblins,
watching from afar.
Your hands over mine,
moistened by the dew,
told me those things,
that you had never told me.

That you loved me madly,
that you dreamed of my love,
that you imagined,
being a little flower.
that you will always be mine,
giving me your love,
both of us in this dream,
never to wake up.