You are the good in me, what has me entranced Because to deny that I am in love with you And of your sweet soul, it is all sentiment Of those black eyes of a rare brilliance That dominate me and incite my love You are a charm, you are my illusion God says that the glory Is in Heaven That it is for the mortals A consolation for death Blessed God, having you in my life I do not need to go to Heaven If my soul The Glory is You