On every page of my fate,
during my life, after my death,
in all my future, in all my moments,
you write his to be mine..
in all stories and fables,
in the true relations of the heart's world,
in all parts of life,
you write his to be mine..
O God, whenever you make me, make me his..
I'm his, in his, from his..
let me remain his only..
I'm thirsty,
His's the river, the path of my life
give me home, street, city of his name only
these steps move and stop for his only..
If you give me heart, give me his pain only.
that laugh be his, when my home resounds...
Even if you reduce by half my joys and smiles,
even if you take my life,
promise me
on his tears, his sadness, his sorrows,
on every wound of his,
only my right remains there, always, through life..
now only this should happen, He should live within me,
He should never be separated, not even for the just the sake of saying.....
O God, whenever you make me, make me his....