Coro

by

Felipe Maximiliano Chaon

Because I, girl, am sighing,

always looking forward as I go,

like butterflies and robins,

Oh! from your eyes candid love;

because your eyes are expressive,

which two missives of the soul are,

I see in them with hope,

the happiness that I long for.


I would like to be a bee,

and in the carmine and orange blossom

of your nectarean mouth,

A sea of blissful sacrifice!

If I were a swallow,

I would search eagerly for

the bayberry of your bosom,

happy to nest in it.



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