… I was not going to choose you!
I was away from you.
But it was an affair of my heart,
That choose you, not I.
I didn’t want to think about you.
It was my heart that started to admire you.
I couldn’t change its way,
Because it isn’t a slave!
… It’s you that changed my style of life!
Yes, indeed, I am a master of love;
But I’m afraid that means more;
Not only suffering for lack,
The lack I feel every way.
The lack of not touching you;
But I’m an optimist;
And I don’t like my verse. I love you!! …