I love you in English,
I can’t love you in any other language.
I don’t love you in Shakespeare’s words,
Neither in Cervantes’.
I love you with my own made up language of Spanish diminutives (that is what makes you my Muñequito).
When I think of you, there aren’t any Spanish words that can describe how I feel
Because loving you is something I do with my English-speaking heart,
A heart that tried for years to love and be loved in the land of the moon’s navel, and failed every time
(That is right, that’s what the word Mexico means…you never know what you can learn by reading a poem)
No puedo amarte, instead I love you.
Falling in love with you made me wrote beautiful stanzas in Spanish,
But once in love with you,
I needed to share my feelings in the language you know.
I want you to know how much I love you.
I know you don’t love me in English,
You love me in a way that goes beyond Oxford’s list or recognized words.
You love me with your hands that caress kindness
You love me with your blue eyes that whisper every morning the love I’ve always dreamt of.
I have you with me every night
and when I hug you and kiss you,
languages, places and dreams don’t matter anymore.