I
love you.
I love you like if it
loves a rose with all its delicacy and has perfumed
I love you like
if it
loves to blow of the breeze to play in the foliages of our gardens
I
love you like if it loves the delicacy of the iris that exactly in the silt it continues pure…
I love you like if it loves the burning hot furnace that crepita without ceasing
and in this fire I thus love you without more nor because
I only love, and feel the joy of this love to grow
I love you like if it loves the espontaneidade of a child, the slightness of one colibri
and the consistency of the loving ones!
For all its life, happens what to happen
don't forget that I love you.