I love you how wide, high and deep
My soul reaches when, transported,
Sit, stretching the eyes of this world
The ends of Being, the half-dreamed Grace.
I love you every day, hour and second:
In the sunlight, in the quiet night.
And the passion that floods me is so pure
As for the modesty of those who ask for nothing.
I love you with the pain of old feathers;
With smiles, with tears of prayer,
And the faith of my childhood, naive and strong.
I love you even in the smallest things.
For all life. And, as God wills it,
I will love you even more after death.
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