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
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!