LOVING SCHOOL

I want you a happy girl. The one showing sign
that everything is fine, desiring to be mine.

Your head on my shoulder asking for affection, protection, no fear, giving without objection.

I want to be happy and even for a minute, holy.
To take a leaf from a teenage notebook slowly.
No hurt, the notes written in the page are silly.

That's why I steal it and in its pale white pages
I write my verses called happiness with grace.

In the irresponsibility of tearing out this leaf,
not yet used by a teacher, I pretend to be brief.

I want you happy, teaching to learn using the heart.
I lay my head on your white lap, far from dark.

And let my tears of happiness paint it in blue.
To it, happiness with my new loving school.
And let my tears of happiness paint you in blue.
To you, happiness with my new loving school.
And let my tears of happiness paint you in blue.