Your gesture is written in my soul,
and everything I wish to write about you;
you wrote it on your own, I read it
only, that I still from you keep this to myself.

To this I am and I will be devoted;
even though I cannot keep in me everything that I see in you,
since there is so much good that, what I don’t understand, I believe
taking my faith for granted.

I was born only to love you;
you have been made to measure by my soul;
my soul has the habit of loving you.

Everything I have, I confess I owe to you; 
for you I was born, for you I have life,
for you I am to die, and for you I die.