I love you so much, my love ... do not sing
The human heart with more truth ...
I love you as a friend and as a lover.
In an always different reality
I love you in the same way,
And I love you beyond, present in longing.
I love you, at last, with great freedom.
Within eternity and every moment.
I love you like an animal, simply,
A love without mystery and without virtue
With a massive and permanent desire.
And to love you so much and often,
Is that one day in your body suddenly
I will die of loving more than I could.
Vinicius de Moraes