TURTLEDOVE
I love your blue eyes,
full of shooting stars
that fly through my valley
of pure and chaste love.
In your smile,
brimming with happiness,
with bubbles of champagne
that make me drunk with love.
Your lips
of burning fire
anxiously perch on mine,
which thirst for your love.
My love,
you fell into
my turtledove hands, the ones that flew
over this gardener’s body.
I am a slave
to your love,
to your kisses,
to your caresses.
Long live the slavery of love!
I am your slave,
you trap me
behind the bars of desire.
Playful turtledove,
happy one,
you enjoy and enjoy
the honey of love.
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