Pure and blooming, my innocence retreats
From the time the flower was a bud, my love was gestating.
Forever young your eyes were a treat, and I was lost in them
since my mind could conceive. Looking around this terrain
I admired once with all my self-realized glory.
Singing the songs the spring aspired from generations infinity
Appearing through its abundance of chastity, my impulse,
grows strong, and the subtlety of my thoughts,
scratching these walls of fear and doubts, to reveal
to reveal the convictions that are yet to precede me.