Florecita (LA)

Know it well,
Subtle little flower,
That once I kept you,
Inside a blue book.

How much love,
That later ended
And the flower remains there,
Reminding the pain,
That its absence left,
Inside the heart,
It was more faithful than the paper,
Of that.

Where will they be,
Subtle little flower,
Their promises to achieve
Eternity.

Life is like this,
One should not dream,
More lasting to us,
A flower than a love,
That is unfaithful.

What pain,
The illusion left us,
But the symbol of love,
Little flower is you.

Music.

Life is like this,
One should not dream,
More lasting to us,
A flower than a love
That is unfaithful.

What pain,
The illusion left us,
But the symbol of love,
Little flower is you.