Your innocence is an aphrodisiac,
Like a warm breath whispered from my lung...
Like a pure heart pumping fresh blood,
Or just a love song sung!
To feel it against my soul,
Is to know a wisdom in passion;
Your strengths, your fear, your blushes and humor
In each a Socrates, a limitless ocean.
For wisdom is the mistress of passion,
Their child is love,
Twill live forever;
In a whisper I know the nature of beauty;
The joy of pleasure,
Feel the world in my soul, and my own sweet Ri!