When of our love, the flame of passion,
you contemplate extinguished in your breast,
because for you alone I hold my life dear,
I shall take my life on the day I lose you.

Because my thoughts are full of the tenderness
with which you enslaved me in that happy hour,
far from your gaze, they are as sad as a child,
that sleeps while dreaming of your murmuring voice.

To envelop you in kisses, I long to be the wind.
And I wish to be all which your hand touches.
To be your smile, even be your very breath,
all just to be closer to your lips.

Your words sustain me, and I wait forever,
To call you mine as one who awaits a treasure.
Far from you I comprehend just how much I love you,
and kissing your letters, I truly pine for you.

Forgive me if I lack the words with which 
to tell you the burning passion that devours me.
To express my love, all which remains
is to tear open my bosom, beloved, and in your silky hands
place that beating heart which adores you.