Waiting in breathless anticipation,
The audience begins to chant his name.
Excitement charges the air,
And then the moment takes hold.... He is there.

The music starts; pulsating rhythms fill the air
Transported to another place,
He is singing to you alone
And then the moment takes hold......

Teasingly, he reaches out to you,
Enticing you with his dancing,
Wrapping you in his song,
Holding you with his eyes.

It is over....He is gone,
The stage is empty.
You close your eyes....He is there
And then the moment takes hold.....Eessoo!!

Footprints on the sand,
Swept away by the incoming tide.
Footprints on my heart,
Never to leave with the tide of emotions.

Memories of love, desire, heat,
As you took me to you,
My heart pounding to the rhythm of your passion,
As we danced to the music of our souls.

Remembrances of yesterday sweep over me.
The nearness of you, your touch, your hunger.
The crescendo of our togetherness,
Footprints on my heart.

Memories of softly spoken words, tender whisperings,
Your warm embrace, gentle caress, soulful kisses,
Never to be forgotten,
These are the footprints on my heart.

There is magic about him
He captures, captivates, and enchants me
He is the magician and I am hypnotized
As he weaves his spell, I am engulfed.

I look into his eyes,
Dark and flashing and I am held there
His lips, soft and senusous
Longingly, I dream of their warm kisses.

His body, muscular and taut
With sleek movements and sexual rhythm.
His hair, dark and thick, curling at the nape
Beckoning me to reach out, to run my fingers through.

His magic has bewitched me and I am spellbound
There is no escaping, nowhere to hide
I am entranced, allured by his magical charm
He has cast his spell, I am lost in the magic that is Chayanne.

If I could, the moon and stars would be mine to give you.
If I could, together we would take a trip through all eternity.
If I could, you would be shielded from all pain and hurt.
If these were mine to give, these would be my gifts to you.

But these are gifts not mine to give.
Rather I give you love undying, unconditional,
With passion strong and emotion tender.
My gift to you is shelter from the storm, comfort in the night.

I ask for naught in return,
For you have given me love, serenity.
You have given me a safe haven
Where I am warm, secure, at peace.

If I could, you would have a world, free from strife.
If I could, heaven and earth would I move for you.
But these gifts are not mine to give.
I give you love unyielding, passion strong, emotion tender.

If bread is the staff of life,
You are the nourishment that feeds my hunger.
If water is the substance to quench my thirst,
I drink from you as you quench my passion.

You are the air I breathe,
The wind that gently kisses me.
You are the music of a babbling brook,
Whose sweet refrain soothes me.

Yours is the fire whose flame heats my soul,
The galaxy wherein my love revolves.
I swim in the ocean of desire,
Bathe in the nearness of you.

You are my heaven here on earth,
Within your arms I find refuge, comfort.
Within your love, I am a flower,
Bursting with the color and vibrancy of life.

On an island under the sun
Where the tropical beat is strong,
A child was born who one day
Would enchant us with his song.

He joined the group Los Chicos
As they were known by name,
And thus began his journey
Up the walk of fame.

The boy has become a man now
Who we idolize from afar,
As we watch the path he's taken
To become a talented star.

In Dance With Me he captured us
As he moved across the screen,
He's sensuous, he's handsome,
He's every woman's dream.

On an island under the sun
Where the tropical beat is strong,
Chayanne is singing to us
So sisters sing along.

This man, this angel has come into our lives...
We have given him our hearts,
He has given us joy, pleasure.
He has given us dreams.

As we gaze upon him,
See his vision before us,
We feel his music,
Hear the song of his soul.

He is of this earth,
Yet, we have taken him beyond.
Taken him to a place we hold dear
Within each of us.

He has bonded us together,
United in our Love for him.
Chayanne is singing to us,
Feel the rhythm, join the song.

I see it in his eyes
The honesty, the caring,
The soul of a compassionate man.
I see it in his eyes.

I hear it in his music,
The romantic beauty of his songs,
The passion of his melody,
That whispers to me; I hear it in his music.

I see it in his face, that fabulous face.
The teasing, sensual smile.
That provocative, smoldering look.
I see it in his face, I am melting.

I see the man, he holds my love within him.
He is the essensce of my dreams,
I see the poetry in his eyes, hear the passion of his song.
I hear him in my heart.

He holds my heart with his song,
Speaking to me with his music.
Engulfed with passion and longing,
I am transported to heights of desire.

He speaks to me with his music,
The rhythms soft, sensual, provocative,
Stir my soul as no other,
Taking me to worlds, not of this earth.

He speaks to me with his music,
The pulsating beat of the tropics
Surrounding me with passionate refrain,
Searing my heart with his heat.

He caresses me with his song,
Wrapping me with ecstasy and joy.
I am lost in the melody of emotion,
As softly he sings to my soul.

On an island caressed by warm tropical breezes,
You are there.
On an island where palm trees sway,
You are there.

And you are there.
Holding me, whispering softly to me,
Your body singing to mine.
As I respond to your lyrics, to the music of your heart.

You are there
With sweet refrain, tender melody,
Awakening my senses, touching me deep within.
Bringing me to you in passionate rhythm.

You are there, always on an island in my mind.
I have but to close my eyes, and you are on my island,
Holding me, whispering softly, gently singing,
You are there.

You have cast your spell, drawing me in.
Bringing me to you, as a moth to the flame.
I am intoxicated by the perfume of your aura.
Powerless to escape, never wanting to be free.

You have set the stage within my heart, within my soul
You are the center of my being, my universe
Where the spotlight of my love shines upon you
As your magic captures and enchants, luring me to you.

You haunt my dreams; each night appearing before me.
In daylight, you flood my mind with thoughts of you
Fascinated, intoxicated, drunk with attraction,
Your magic weaves its spell, casting its charm over me.

Powerless to escape, never wanting to be free,
You hold me spellbound, locked within your charisma.
Intoxicated, as the perfume of your being surrounds me,
You carry my heart within you, capturing my essence, my life.

A canvas,
Blank, austere in its whiteness
Alone in its emptiness, with nothing on it.
Waiting to come into a life of its own.

Taking charcoal to paper,
You start drawing.
The face, chiseled it its features
The cheekbones defining the frame.

The eyes, intense in nature,
Dark pools, drawing you to them.
Teasing you with their sparkle,
But provocative, sensual, in depth.

The mouth, softly smiling,
Alluring, tantalizing you with charm.
With the hint of what it would be like to kiss.
Holding secrets of sensuous passion.

The canvas, now alive with the vibrant face,
Exotic in its look, strong with features.
You long to reach out and touch him,
Bringing the picture to life.

Él está siempre en mi corazón
He is always in my heart
Never far away, but in my thoughts
Close, safe, within me, by my side.

Él tiene mi amante, la llama nunca a morir
He has my love, the flame never to die.
The fire sizzle, the embers glow, caliente
Warming my heart, my soul.

Él canta a mi corazón, el mi ser
He embraces me with his song,
His lyric wraps around me, plegable me en deseo
Caressing me with his melody.

Pienso en usted siempre
You are always in my heart
Usted está siempre en mi corazón
Never far away, always within me.

Do you feel the heat, the heat of the tropics?
The heat from around the world surrounding us.
Do you feel the warmth, the melt down?
You are feeling the global warming of Chayanne.

You are the feeling the Latin beat.
The exotic rhythms that carry you away.
Feel the warmth of the islands,
Let the flames sear your heart.

You are feeling the slow, romantic refrain,
The passion of his music caressing your soul.
The melt down of desire sweeping over you.
He is singing his melody, feel the intense heat.

He is heating up the world, setting hearts afire
Do you feel the warmth, the melt down?
You are feeling the global warming of Chayanne.

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Part 1

Quietly he entered the room kneeling down beside her.
She was asleep, the moonlight illuminating her face.
Emotions flooded him, as tenderly he stroked her hair.
She was all he needed, all he ever needed.

And as her dreams took her to far-off fantasies,
Little did she know he was beside her, so close.
That he was there to take her into his arms,
To offer his love, give to her all that was within him.

As he knelt there, heart pounding, she whispered his name.
Calling out to him in her sleep, searching for him in dreams.
The joy of hearing her call his name, almost too much to bear,
As lovingly he watched the peaceful bliss of his amor.

Gently he slipped next to her, feeling the warmth of her body.
Slowly, softly he traced her face with his fingers.
He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, tasted the sweetness of her lips.
And as she awoke from her slumber, she thought this is but a dream.

As he brought her to him, she trembled, sheltered in his arms.
He whispered her name, caressing her with his kisses.
And the heavens opened, the stars paling with the explosion of their love.
She was all he needed, all he ever needed, he was her fantasy.

Part 2
Flushed from the throes of sleep, she looked beside her.
He was there, he was real, this was no dream.
His dark hair tousled, his face in sweet repose,
Her senses heightened as she gazed upon him.

In the morning's light her eyes rested on his body, his torso.
The muscular chest, his long arms, beautiful hands.
She longed for their touch, the feel of them on her skin.
She craved the heat he transmitted, piel-a-piel.

Mentally, she covered his chest with her kisses,
Stroking his limbs, messaging his back.
Mentally, she felt his muscles, their strength
As longingly, she wanted to anoint him with her body.

And as he slept, she took stock of all he that he was.
His eyes, closed, with dark long lashes framing them.
His slender nose, well defined cheekbones, his lips.
Lips, soft and tender, offering the sweetness of honey.

Remembering the night before, the feel of him, the scent of him,
His hot kisses, how he held her, his sweet whispers,
Tears of joy flooded her eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
He was her fantasy here on earth; she needed no other.

He was her sustenance, her nourishment, he was her life.
As he blanketed her with his being, his love.
His song was her song; he was her melody, her lyric.
As together their music offered up a symphony to the heavens.

In the light of morning with the first rays of sun, she gazed upon him.
And as he stirred, he awakened to find her watching him.
Reaching out, he brought her to him, searching her eyes.
The answer was there, he was her fantasy; she was his destiny…..

Part 3

The night was clear, stars showering the universe.
The beach deserted except for the two of them.
Hand-in-hand they walked, aware of nothing but each other.
The moonlight shining down on them, waves crashing onto the shore.

The sultry hot tropical night matched their feelings.
So intense was their desire, their yearning, their heat,
It took their breath away, igniting their passion.
The awakening, the liquid fire burning within them.

There among a grove of palm trees, on the shimmering sand,
They fed their desire, as she trembled with expectation.
In her dreams she had played this scene many times,
This was real, he was real, his touch no longer a fantasy.

Together they discovered one another, slowly at first.
His hands stroking her body, his kisses, his heat,
Flowing over her; building to a crescendo, the ecstasy exquisite,
As she responded, taking him to her, feeding his desire.

She felt this strength, the power of his physique, his urgency,
As she held him to her, they became one,
And their rhapsody echoed in the night,
As they drank the fruit of passion, the sweet nectar.

He whispered to her, tu eres mi destino,
Mi amor, mi melodia, you are the song I sing.
He was her refuge, her shelter, her comfort.
Cradled in his arms she found her dream.

They listened to the sound of the roaring surf,
Content to be wrapped in each other’s arms,
Their hunger for one another fulfilled.
He was all she needed, her fantasy, she was his destiny....

Part 4

In the quietness and solitude of the late afternoon,
She had time to reflect, to think about all that happened.
She closed her eyes; images of him appeared,
Her skin tingled as she recalled the touch of his hands on her body.

Reflecting on the reality of what once was her fantasy,
She could not believe this was her life.
A warm feeling washed over her, the afterglow,
The awakening of her senses, so powerful, so delicious.

She thought of him, his dark eyes flashing, teasing, yet sensual.
The dimples on his face when he laughed, when he smiled.
All the subtleties she had not known before,
How he looked into her eyes, mesmerizing her, holding her there.

His body, strong and muscular, the height of him,
Like a panther, he was graceful, sleek, commanding.
His arms, to be sheltered, wrapped within them,
Brought her comfort, security, a sense of peace.

She thought of his touch, his caresses, his sweet, succulent kisses.
The warmth of his skin, smooth, silky, luscious, his heat.
She thought of his scent, his musk, the essence of his perfume.
And the desire for him became overwhelming.

He had brought his music, his song, into her life, he sang to her heart.
He had given her a world she had never known before.
His world, his rhythm, all wrapped in a package of sensuality and passion.
That he was her fantasy, her dream, could not be denied,
And she, she was his destiny, his corazón…..

Part 5

He was there, breathing softly, his arm across her waist.
A look of contentment on his face, deep in sleep, deep in dreams.
She was awake, not able to sleep, but trying not to think.
Everything she had ever wanted, ever needed was next to her.

Yet, doubts, fears, were creeping in, unwelcome, unwanted.
She thought, this was too good to be true, would this last?
He was everything she could ever want, everything she yearned for.
Yet he didn’t belong to her alone, she had to share him, with the world.

Looking at him as he slept, he had the face of a boy, sweet, tender,
So relaxed in sleep, all the cares of the day, gone.
She touched his hair, gently running her fingers through the dark strands.
Longing to nuzzle her head at the base of his neck, longing to be held.

And in his sleep, he called out to her, called her name, moaning softly
Floodgates of emotion opened, spilled out of her, as she shed tears of joy.
Yet, she thought, will this last, is this forever, is this happy ever after?
She shivered in the dark, as thoughts of losing him entered her mind.

He awoke, turning to her, asking what is wrong, mi amor?
Taking her into his arms, he kissed the tears from her face,
Longing to comfort her, he cradled her, rocking her gently.
Querida, tu eres mi vida, mi rapsodia, mi melodia.

The moment took on a new meaning, of depth, of love.
Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips.
She gave herself to him, breathing him in, as his love flowed through her.
And once again their song was heard throughout the universe.

The night passed and with it she found happiness, peace,
She floated in and out of dreams, her arms around him, holding him close.
He had whispered words of endearment, she had given him her heart.
He was her anchor, her life, she was his destiny…..

Part 6

The days passed, each one blending one into another.
Lonely days, as he went out into the world, sharing his talent.
Returning to her each time with more ardor, his feelings intensified,
Having been away from her, and she was there for him.

Yes, she was there for him, always, waiting for his return.
She would think of him, his touch, the feel of him, his essence.
And through the long nights without him, she dreamt,
As he whispered to her in dreams, caressing her soul, kissing her spirit.

He went from city to city, performing, each stage the same,
Longing for the day he would see her, hold her, to be with her again.
His star rising, his celebrity increasing, yet something was missing.
He was only half a person, the other half missing, without her.

He needed her, needed her in his life, to be with him.
In his dreams he could feel her passion, her heat, her rapture.
And as he tossed and turned, he ached for her, for her touch,
As he called out to her, softly whispering her name, in an empty room.

But when he returned, the anticipation was almost too much,
As she would run to him and he gathered her up in his arms.
And in their haste, desire consuming them, their emotions were spent,
Later, in each other’s arms, her head against his shoulder, she found heaven.

In the soft velvet of the night, with passion burning, flames searing,
She took him to her, gently stroking him, covering him with kisses,
Her love, her desire, wrapped around him, her softness flowing through him.
And she felt his strength, the heat of his body, the warmth of him melting her.

Their love was woven into a tapestry of ecstasy, complete.
She was his other half, he knew his life was empty without her.
She wanted no other but him, he was all she needed, wanted.
Tu eres mi destino, mi amor, tu eres mi corazon……

Part 7

He took her hand, kissing each finger, putting them over his heart.
Such was the emotion, the feeling he had for her.
The depth, its meaning, the true expression of love,
To be shared, to unite them, their destinies one unto another.

Looking into his face at that moment, that point in time,
She could see the intensified feelings he held for her,
In his eyes she could see his soul, could feel it within her,
She could feel his spirit within her body, merging with hers.

For her, he was the guiding force in her life, the light within.
For him, she was his haven, with her he felt whole, alive.
He gave her all he had within him to give, completely, freely.
And she gave him love unconditional, with boundless passion.

And together they danced, the tango of desire, sensuously
The music coming from their hearts, their souls.
Held in his arms, his body close to hers, she could feel his rhythm,
She could feel his heart beating next to hers, she knew rapture.

The moment, the ecstasy so exquisite, and with breathless fulfillment,
Their excitement took them to new heights of passion.
As he consumed her with his body, his breath hot on her skin.
And she opened up to him, like a flower at the peak of its bloom.

Their poetry, the sonnet of their love, written on the pages of their hearts.
The explosion of their desire sending fireworks to the heavens.
He held her hand over his heart; she felt his love, her head against his chest.
And so it was, their destinies linked one unto another, tu eres mi destino…..

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