I'm afraid to love with tenderness,
Afraid to see deeply into your eyes,
To be a slave to an unequaled beauty,
And from the sweetness of your red lips.
It's just that you don't know how much I love you,
It's just that you don't know the inspiration you are to my life,
But rather than your love, I only prefer a friendship,
Because woman; I'm afraid, afraid to be hurt again.
It's just that you don't know what I'd give to kiss you,
Nor how your femininity captivates me;
Afraid, so afraid to offer you,
To give you my poems,
My songs and my freedom.