قصيدة غير منتهية في تعريف العشق...means in English ;)

 When I decided to write about my experience in love,
I thought a lot ..
 What do any recognition come from?
 and before me people write in Books and tribal about love a lot ..
 Filmed it over the walls of caves,
 In pots, pottery, clay, old
  they crave it  over elephant ivory in India ..


On paper and papyrus in Egypt,
 And then click the rice in China .. 
giving as offerings, and giving it as  vows ..
 When I decided to publish my thoughts on love.
 i Hesitate  a lot ..
 I am not a pastor,


Nor exercised the education of students,
 I do not believe that the roses ..
 Compelled to explain to the people expressions  ..
 What I write you, Madam?


It is my experience and my own ..
 Interest me and I am alone ..
 It is the sword that bored me alone ..
 Presence grew with the death ..


When I traveled in your shores, Madam ..
 I did not see the map of the sea,
 Did not bring with me the rubber dinghy ..
 And lifeline ..
 But progressed to hell straight  ..
 And choose The fate ..
 My delight was to write with chalk ..
 My address on the sun ..
 And build up on your breast ,bridges..


While I loved you ..
 I noticed that  in our garden that cherry is red
 Coals become rounded ..
 And that the fish hook fearful of boys ..
 Come in their millions to cast in Coatina Seeds ..
 And that Cypress has grown up ..
 And that the life has grown larger ..
 And that God ..
 Has returned to the ground .. Finally


While I loved you ..
 I noticed that the summer comes ..
 Ten times to us every year ..
 And that the wheat is growing ..
 We have ten times every day
 And that the moon fugitive from our town ..
 Came to rent a house and beds ..
 And that race is mixed with sugar and star anise ..
 has a lot Goods to love ....


While I loved you ..
  
Became the laughing children in the world sweeter ..
 Sweeter  the taste of bread ..
 The snow is beautiful ..
 Meow and black cats in the street sweeter ..
 Stop to stop and meet on the sidewalks "red" sweeter ..
 Graphics and young are leaving the restaurant in a towel sweeter ..
 And a cup of black coffee ..
 And smoking ..
 And night in the survey on Saturday night ..
 And sand, which keeps our bodies from a holiday week,
 The copper color on your back, after the migration of the summer,
 Sweet ..
And magazines that go to sleep it ..
 And while we spread.. blabber  for hours and it ..
 Are on the horizon anniversary of birds ...
 
 While I loved you, Madam
 brick me ..
 All the trees of pineapple with your own eyes ..
 And thousands of acres on the sun,
 They gave me keys to the heavens ..
 and give's me medals ..
 And give's me the silk..


When I tried to write about my love ..
 I Suffered a lot ..
 I am in the sea ...
 And the sense of pressing the water does not know
 different form who had been lost from the deep ocean Impair...



What I write about love, Madam?
 All I remember my memory ..
 I woke up from my sleep at the morning ..
 To see myself as a prince ..^_^