meu marido
softly, softly —
my beloved imparts a kiss upon me.
There are many loves, but only one is true.
My bosom mourns when you are far away,
and murmurs gently when you are near.
My cherished carries me,
this burden of beauty and passion.
Resting on his strong shoulders,
is the woman he fell in love with.
In our tender years, we loved without aim.
When love became sincere and constant,
devotion wept tear of marriage and family.
Foundations built on lotus blossoms.
Love and flowers bloom one day,
and withers another day.
My love for my husband blossoms and grows
until the ephemeral becomes eternal.
My heart murmurs his cherished name
and amidst the clouds of dreams and newness,
I find my dear husband enfolding my heart—
with the arms into which I fell gracefully in.
My husband stilled my happy tears,
timidly lifted my face and kissed me once more.
Sweet as the touch of his lips,
I fell in love with him even more.
When his lips receded from mine, I pulled him closer
and let the dulcet caress of his lips linger longer.
The love we have is; boundless and eternally fragrant,
ever-perfumed and abiding devotion
in its blissful adoration.
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