If a day ever passes and I didn't remember
to tell you good morning...
Don't be saddened by my absentmindedness and silence
And don't suppose that something has changed
Because when I don't say "I love"
That just means that I love you more (than the word love can express)
If you had been sitting in front of me like for a long time
a queen of perfume and marmoreal
And I if closed my eyes from your beauty
And I ignored the complaints of the perfumed shirt
Don't describe me as having dead feelings
And don't suppose that my heart has turned to stone
I love you beyond "love" but
Let me see you just as I imagine