Amante A La Antigua

I am one of those old-fashioned lovers
Who still tend to send flowers
Those who still hold in their chest
Memories of romantic loves
I am that passionate lover
Who still uses fantasy in his romances
He likes to contemplate the dawn
Dreaming in the arms of his beloved
I simply belong to that class
That is not very common in our days
Love letters
The kiss on the hand
Many lipstick stains
Among the shadows of the garden
I dress like anyone else
And live with today's life
But it's true that often
I suffer for love
And sometimes I cry for the absence
Because I am one of those old-fashioned lovers
Who still tend to send flowers
Although I follow this world
With its fashions and trends
Love is always the same to me