domingo, 19 de fevereiro de 2017

Fidelity Sonnet

Of everything, to my love I will be attentive
Before, and with such zeal, and always, and both
That even in the face of the greatest charm
Of It, be more enchanted my thought
I want to live it in every moment
And in its honor I must spread my song
And laugh my laughter and shed my tears
To your regret or your contentment
And so when you look for me later
Who knows death, the anguish of those who live
Who knows the loneliness, the end of who loves
I can tell you the love (I had):
May it not be immortal, since it is flame
But let it be infinite while it lasts.

Vinicius de Moraes