it will not be enough
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Original in Spanish
The cold night brushed me softly,my hand sheltered your rose,my eyes sought the moon.
I brought your rose close to my faceand—looking at the moon—breathed in its perfume.
My soul swelled with poetry and with life,inspired by the silver light of the moonand the subtle essence of the rose,that fickle moon… this fleeting rose…
I understood that nightthat falling in love with you will not be enough,because what I long for is love,not infatuation.
Love is not a rose,beautiful today and dead tomorrow.Love is not fleeting.
Love is not a moon,waxing today and waning tomorrow.Love is not changeable.
Love is eternal,love is constant,and it is love I seek.
To love you is what I want,to love you and have you love me, and thatwith one and the same immense lovewe give our lives for love
Meanwhile,I will enjoy the rose, the moonand the passing infatuationthat enrich,all three at once,my solitary soul…