Writing for the Lover

I saw you in my dreams,
That smile and that blind eyes,
What a pleasant thing you said to me,
And in heaven I prayed for this dream every night.

I once dreamed of a man like you.
If we had two roles in one,
And here, in my life she could come,
I have a gift of fate.

First conversations, meetings, words,
And the blood has already swallowed on the veins,
You could burn my heart,
My beloved, unterrestrial Camilla.

Walking in the park,
And as under the film I kept your hand,
And then I realized that the palm,
As I never thought of you, my dear...