fate tells me that it has planned a love, that has put you in my way

but my head is fixed on the ground and the signs from the sky are elusive to my eyes

for my gaze that lies on the stones broken by time

in the lagoons of my tears that soak my laments with sadness

I love you like the gentle caress of angels

with the sacred touch of heavenly light

I love you deep in a soul and

in the shallowness of the fingertips

but I surrender to the helplessness of being a mortal

before the distance of a beautiful dream like your body

before the sensuality of the shadows