The Day You Love Me

The day that you love me 

will have more light than June;

night you want me be full moon,

with notes of Beethoven vibrating in every ray

ineffable things,

and there will be more roses together

that throughout the month of May.

The sparkling fountains

will go down the slopes

jumping clear

the day you Love Me.

The day that you love me, the groves hidden

They resonate never ever heard arpeggios.

Ecstasy of your eyes every spring

there was and will in the world will be when I want.

Hand in hand which blonde sisters,

They candid wearing ruffs, will daisies

by mountains and meadows,

your steps before the day that you love me ...

And if you deshojas one will tell her innocent

white petal latter end: Passionately!

To break the dawn of day that you love me,

All four clubs have ominous leaves,

and in the pond, nest of unknown germs,

will flourish mystical lotus Corollas.

The day that you love me will become celaje

Wonderful wing; each flush, mirage

of "The Thousand and One Nights"; every breeze a song,

each tree a lyre, every mount an altar.

The day that you love me, for both of us

fit on a single kiss bliss of God.

Amado Nervo