
My love for you, like rivers, overflow
The fields. No dam constrains my desires
For you. They burn like the hottest fires
From hell, tormenting my sad, troubled soul;
And in this hell, my heart still pines to know
And feel your gentle touch. In darkest hour,
Your sight, alone, does give my soul power
To rise above, escaping hell's strong hold.
If Hades' gates did close eternally
And Charon's boat would never come to shore,
My soul would find a secret way to see
That lovely face my eyes always adored.
Not gates of hell will keep the likes of me
Away from you, away from mi amor.