Horas de Amor

The garden, conventual
Reminds me of yesterday, its beautiful fountain
It has filled me with splendor, the fountain
That is in it
Witness of my eagerness

To convince of my love
Candid and mystical beauty
As it seeks the light
Every truth, even if burdened
Must shine brightly
Treasured in its gleams
To tell the world
To love it with all the soul,
That our idyll was pure
To adore it with crazy passion.

So were the hours
Inspired by your image
I have lived obsessed,
By the color of your gaze
Today, they no longer guide me,
Nor offer their loves
Living is a martyrdom,
I feel weary
In this battle of love.