El Vicio

The vice,
the vice, the vice of loving you dominates me;
your hands,
your hands, kill me every time they touch me;
I swear, sometimes,
I wish I could erase you from my mind,
and I always come back,
I come back even though I don't want to return.

Path of my anxieties,
reason for my irrationality;
I carry you in my thoughts,
deep within my obsession.

The vice,
the vice, the vice of loving you dominates me;
I like you,
I like you, I like you and by your side I am happy;
I love you,
I love you relentlessly and immeasurably,
I love you for the rest of my life,
it doesn't matter what I have to endure