Second song of despair -by Juan M.S.

I won’t be drunk with myself,

if this is your desire, let it be,

and let my hopes accommodate

to what you expect from me.

Let your happiness be my happiness,

and let my heart learn to treat you

simply, like the air treats a bird,

selflessly, like the sun gives out its rays.

Let me grow in love by giving you

only that which you demand from me.