Anam face, anam face

A twenty-two as May,

Here,

Among sunflowers

Of Lora, you and me,

Create a beautiful picture

Of Van Gogh,

With vividness

Of nature,

With imagery

Of our beings.

And we meet again

My love.

And we have a secret,

The tenderness of our kisses,

our prodigious candor

And our spirit of poet.

And I, I confess

That I love you

And that you, for me,

Anam face anam face,

From my side do not go.

And you, a blow

Nourish my soul,

You help me at all times.

And with your white dress,

Anam face anam face,

Stick it on the door

Of my soul

And you get to myself

With your circles concentric

I do not leave her alone.

And I miss you,

Anam face anam face

You, my essence,

The rumblings in my chest,

Anam face anam face.