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You will fall out of love with me, many times,
And I don't care, for I don't long for your passion.
What I long for is that on every occasion
You choose me, despite the vicissitudes.
That angry, sad or troubled,
At the end of the day, without doubt or reason,
Proclaim with firmness in your heart:
‘She, I don't know why, but she a thousand times’.
I don't want an ephemeral infatuation,
I desire your constant and perpetual choice.
That you choose me every dawn again.
Despite disappointments, may faith be your compass,
And at the end of the journey with its uncertain path,
Say: ‘It is she whom I love, whom I choose’.