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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