I will not write a thousand poems
to win a glance from you.
I have no desire to write
a novel about our love.
I am not a Prince Charming
who wants to fly you to the moon.
I—here I am: a man who loves you.
I only ask you to be who you are—
whatever naturally happens—without any problems between us.
And when, at dawn, I am tired of love
I will think of you once again—
I will not be tired of you.