Disappointments

by

Felipe Maximiliano Chacon


When I was still young and very attractive,

I saw you,

and I asked for your hand; disdainfully

you denied it to me.


And you took away from a very happy world,

both nectar and flower,

leaving me the aloe of your commitment

in exchange for my love.


But the days passed and you came to know

cruel disappointment;

the chalice of sweetness of which you dreamed--

it became gall.


And today, in the cruel world

that has soiled your ermine so early,

nobody gives you their hand as a friend--

None, only me!



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