I don’t love you as if you were the light to my night sky,
Or the light of a thousand suns that illuminate the heavens across space:
I love you ceaselessly without end or boundaries to abide by,
And this crazy strange love, I have come to embrace.
I don’t love you as if you were a rose,
Or arrows of carnations that spread fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things that only God knows,
Like secretly, between the shadow and the soul of my deepest desires.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you sincerely without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love when you’re near,
Except in this way, my beloved, where I confide.
So long as this love is true, or as long as heaven and earth subsists,
If this love is only real in my dreams, then don’t me wake me up, for surely, that is where it will exist.