I don't have her golden hair, nor her perfect smooth
curly ringlets...
Blue eyes, but instead,
I don't often comb it1 and I'm not very sure what color it is.
But you can hide yourself in it at night,
so that no-one will find you, and vanish in the tunnel,
the way to my eyes for black parades
of shining lights that paint messages which will idealize you.
And to mention her chest, small and very firm
needle holders2slim belly.
I've no other option, since with gravity
and the weight of mine it will tend to droop.
I'll suggest a game, a maternal desire,
pillow in the night, first food
of whoever will make you immortal and will wish to spring up
behind the belly button that it pleases you so much to touch.
If you decide to walk away, I wait peacefully for you to come back,
if you expect to stay, I'll take on the risk of hearing everything I lost,
if you let me choose, I'll offer you the best of me. I learn my shortcomings, with the purpose of being perfect for you.
Of being perfect for me, for both of us.
But you can't complain about my limbs,
long and slim, strong arms to explore.
On the other hand my feet, ugly, long and flat
and I know you hate toenails.
My supports are yours, yours are my fingers,
to count the flaws that decorate my body.
Yours are the clefts that finish up in my back
and yours the caresses that make a mess of my bed.
My nose isn't flat, nor have I3 fleshy lips,
nor pretty ears, nor a delicate chin.
With rugged features, high cheekbones,
but a laughing face with hints of honey.
I will smell desires, I will sieze your fears
understanding your requests, I will kiss your successes.
I will make up a thousand stories, I will sing a thousand lullabies,
because we deserve each other I'll give myself up to you.
If you decide to walk away, I wait peacefully for you to come back,
if you expect to stay, I'll take on the risk of hearing everything I lost,
if you let me choose, I'll offer you the best of me. I learn my shortcomings, with the purpose of being perfect for you.
Of being perfect for me, for both of us.
1. I guess this "it" means "my hair"2. ??!! help !!??3. have I isn't there in Spanish, but without it the English makes no sense