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!