Your smile lights the room
Like a candle,
No, like a thousand stars.
In your clear eyes
I was born no once or twice.
Your pure lips
Are like a priest to me,
And I have been forgiven
When they had touched mine.

Some say I am a fool,
Another says I am blind.
They're right. I am both:
I am a fool of love
And your shiny beauty
Blinded me.

I feel like the poorest man in the world
Without your smile,
The richest when your godly eyes
Meet mine.