THE MEETING OF OUR EYES

Honey, when our eyes meet,

Our lips do not even bother to say a simple hello,

They are lost in the delights of kisses;

And the momentary fury of lust,

Connects to satisfy our desires.

So we love as if tomorrow was not,

Love each other as if yesterday never happened;

And as if there were fatigue,

We love until dawn,

Until our rapt bodies fall asleep.

As if tomorrow might not exist,

Love each other forever;

And even if our feelings are right,

And tomorrow will not exist,

Love want to be the seed,

For us to love much more than ever.

Gomes