Your hair, like pearls,
Falling, strand by strand,
I gather each one in my palm,
And long to know,
How to love you that way,
To truly know you.
I am in one of those nights,
When my tongue is silent,
But my heart speaks,
I lay my head on the pillow,
Not just to sleep,
But yearning for the first days of this love.
This love overflows,
With every passing day,
Beneath a waterfall,
My heart keeps cleansing itself,
So it may hold you too,
Hold you inside.
Without a single note,
Unheard serenades fill my ears,
Deep, unknown serenades,
When you were but a speck in my eye,
You suddenly grew within my gaze,
And from my eyes,
You reflected into my heart.
Now, please, do not be just an illusion,
Be the illusion of illusions,
Let my heart not play games,
May God grant you to me,
And me to you.