LOVE IS INFINITE

Now we can see that time has passed away.
Our flesh is no longer the same, young to stay.

We still dream of our innocent childish laughter,
in that tender, continuously youthful manner.

It was good to confess to each other our insecurity
in frank smiles, confiding our immense love in purity.

We were both a kind of pets, cared for by our strong hands.
On and on just burning kisses. Without defining plans.

Sticking to ourselves, wanting more and more.
We tried to hid from the passing hours, no fear before.

Desires we had in the vain possibility of stopping time.
Giving ourselves in constant love, yet not finding rhyme.

Now, that time, stepfather, has passed, be older is imminent.
But love did not die. We are conscious and not more innocents.

We laugh at our fears. Flesh is ephemeral. Love is infinite.
We laugh at our fears. Flesh is ephemeral. Love is infinite.