Self-Control, Love Is Nice

How can I control myself
when a flame of love beats
in the depth of my chest,
begging for exiting out of me,
anxious for seeing her blue eyes
another time, because the time
of the whole universe is not enough
for filling my soul of blue.

But I know I must be restrained,
because love is patience,
because love is hapiness,
because love doesn't mean pain.
I take delight in love with the mere fact
of loving her, of making her happiest I can.
But sometimes it's difficult to contain the dragon inside me,
who scratch my ribs for smelling again her lovely scent.