Translation:

Mine are mixed emotions. At the same time that being kissed by you makes me feel like I’m on top of the world, it also reminds me of my vulnerability; your absences, no matter how brief, cause in me a void that could subsist a thousand deaths. Knowing that my loving you could turn out to be disastrous, I go to sleep each night pleading to God that I wake up the next morning no longer being captivated by your ways. Alas, it’s all futile. Every morning, as soon as light hits my eyes, I realize that fate has stored for me another day of adoring you. I seem to be left with no choice but to content myself with the idea that having you as mine makes of me the master of the universe, but also its humblest slave.