Amor Mais Que Discreto

Maybe there's a total taboo between us
But you're good-looking enough
Complex enough
Good enough
To be at least for a moment
The lover of the lover
Who before I met you
I never got to be

I'm an old man
But we're two kids
Our fates are mutually interesting
A moment, a few moments
The big mirror

And then my life would make more sense
And yours maybe more than mine
Maybe way more than mine
Books, movies, kids would gain some color
If one day after all
I got to see you coming

And it's so much that paints in my corner
But you can skip the fantasy
The dream in black and white
Love more than discreet
Which is already a joy

Even without having your past, your time
Your now, your before, your after
Without being remotely
Even imagined
Even imagined
Even imagined, even
By either of us

But you're good-looking enough
Complex enough
Good enough
To be at least for a moment
The lover of the lover
Who before I met you
I never got to be