Ámame

A drop of your love
Fell into my soul
And in a sea of white sheets I asked you
Love me

You were lips and love
You were body and ardor
I was burning
You were gentle rain and wind
I asked you love me

Love me like you did yesterday
Love me

Love me like the ivy to the oak
Love me my life love me

Even if you pretend warmth
Even if you lie love
I'm not hurt
What matters is feeling loved
Love me

Love me like the ivy to the oak
Love me my life love me

Love me like the rose to the thorn
Love me my life love me