HIS HEART HAS SPOKEN

He spoke not knowing the language,
Holding back what his heart kept near,
Imagining what to say in the quarrel
Almost like an answer to a joke.

On the side, your beauty confused him more
His gesture not penetrate your heart
It was immature to know how much he loves you,
Irrational irony...the more beautiful you looked.

He is still wishing, without knowing how to say it
That all the passion binds together
Wishing for the miracle, the light which illuminates
Your consoling face, eliminating sadness.

He doesn't deny he is confused and uncertain,
To be in place among two worlds,
With trances of profound fervor
That he keeps gladly in his open heart.