You are strange, you don't let anything appear, and no one can know you. You are strange, your eyes are never without flame, but I guessed your name. You are romantic, romantic and beautiful. You defend yourself sometimes, but I know, I know all that. You are romantic, that's why I love you. Your eyes are unhappy, in our sky it seems less blue. The laughter of a child, who does not bloom in spring. The song of a firewood, deep down you love it. You know that when you come to me, you know how to stay yourself. You do not like to show your joys, because you want to keep them for yourself. You are romantic, that's why I love you. You made of my life a universe of poetry. And that's your secret, but I recognize it. All my dreams are made in your image, it's true. When I see you, romantic and beautiful, I think that I owe you all my happiness. You are romantic, that's why I love you.