Take my heart ...
Take my feelings and my future,
Take my dreams.
Take all of me ...
Because my love is imperfect and human
It's hidden, but free
My love is uncertain and dark ...
I can not love without tears
My love is sad, is impermanent, is incomplete.
I do not want control.
I do not want light, not a straight line
I do not want transparency,
I want my love imperfect, sincere and rare
My love tired
I want the trace of time, error, doubt ...
My love is imperfect
And I honestly recognize myself on it ...