I miss the times when suspirabas

I miss you because you're mine.
Mine mine in my thinking and in my memory,
my no absences or distances,
mine, mine simply because that you miss.

I miss the times when suspirabas
on my chest, when I looked
with eyes of tenderness feeling
heart beating strongly
in time with our sighs,
eager to get together
breath to breath.

Overflowing with passion my mind misses you
and want to get into your being telepathy
so you see, to feel,
the desire to own again
as fleeting moments
that imprisoned in my longing.

Hey my kisses, feeling my eyes,
touched my lips with deep emotion.
Conjuguemos the verb to love
in countless times,
because when love is love,
time is not long, everything becomes
valid, without reality or wrongly ...

So I think you and I feel you, I miss you so.
I miss you because you're mine ...