Porque Te Amo
Porque te amo, (Because I love you,)
I will tear myself to shreds in efforts to give you all you need.
My heart will break for everything that breaks yours.
And my joy,
My joy will come from those things that bring a series of curves to your beautiful face.
The curves that form underneath your eyes and around your mouth,
Curves I’d hate to see fade away.
I will celebrate your achievements with as much feverishness as I contain inside of me.
It is true there will be the toughest of storms that cause chaos inside you.
The storms that will leave you flooded in pain and misery,
Storms that will leave you dumb folded with what to do next.
But when you look at your side you will see that there I remain.
The purest form of love is what I will strive to provide you with
One beyond all physical attributions,
Y todo esto, lo hare porque te amo. (And all this, I will do because I love you.)
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