mi diego

mi diego, te amo,
you are not faithful to amantes either,
but you see my belleza,
mi amante hermoso.
call me amigo, lover.
amigo will last,
its warm, steady glow,
like the hunter's luna,
will not turn to a shadow of itself.

mi amor
sings to your heart.
the hunter's luna,
a force beyond my control
pulls me to you.
mi amigo,
mi amante hermoso.

mi amor,
my eyes are of the sky,
not the earth.
their light pulls the seeds of yours to bloom.
when clouds form on your brow,
they sooth your troubled thoughts;
when thunderclaps rustle your sleep,
they nourish the drought
of your longing heart.

mi amor
sings to your heart.
the truest sky,
a force beyond my control
pulls me to you.
mi amigo.
mi amante hermoso.

mi diego,
your words betray confusion,
yet find patience in soft besos.
your touch warms my skin,
wine soaked tears en la noche
call on the moon to pull you closer.
the sun in my heart
clouds with the desire
to kiss you under every sky.

mi amor
sings to your heart.
a moon, a sky,
forces beyond my reach
pull me to you.
mi amigo.
mi amante hermoso.


Song-like, I add this today as the full moon pulls all of the water in my body to the surface on this night before Halloween. This year, it will be my lover... mi amante hermoso.