Who will brush your lips with his,
vibrate a fever,
be amazed at your body,
become your maître,
cause a new birth,
a new well being,
and another happiness?
Who will take a relief
to fill your dreams,
and without a remorse
in a burst of laughter,
manage your conduct
better than destroying self
deep in your heart?
Who will possibly this other be,
who will be this intruder
in all this we have been together
when I will no longer exist?
Who will take away your flaws
with the caress
and words of love
covering to forget
our days of despair?
who will bring your life
to the tip of my days?
We have lived 20 years apart
our love is the "measure"
and I have a quailed heart
for those years
because when my eyes are closed forever,
the other eyes will contemplate you
And so, I struggle with this idea
in my thoughts
Who without your protest
will refer to gestures
of whom, who are not like us
every time I embrace you
every time I entwine with you
who is going to take my place
around your neck?
Who will know your stages
of sudden madness
or better said, your angers?
Who will have the luck
to have your presence
often when I think
I become jealous?
Who can deny not to say
we have known nothing on each other,
and my heart is so torn up of the thought that someone
will bring you an " I love you"
and since I love you,
I know that already
he will take your lips
he will take your bed
and those will bury me
for the second time.