With your face full of smiles and devoid of any form of worry
Filled with optimism of a natal day and pregnant tomorrow
Your shirt brighter than a Knight in his shinning armour,
Filled and decorated with prayers, love and kisses from your inamorato
With succulent lips under the mercy of kisses famine.
And your pilus yearning for the monotonous rhythm of your inamorato mitt...
Blowing to the air thousands of kisses, hopefully they'll get to you
strictly your antidote for your worn-out energy & reminder of someone on the mountains love for you...
Stay safe mi inamorato...