Dulces favores

I loved, wanted, cherished gentle strictness
I served, suffered, waited for crazy worries
I showed, said, wrote crazy loves
I felt, cried, feared tyrant jealousy
I enjoyed, had, achieved sweet favors
I left, lost, forgot vain suspicions
Witnesses were of my glory
Silent the night and the day the herald

Have you not seen provident and officious
move the air illuminated bee
that even to drink the purple of the rose
approaches cowardly and then retreats
Have you not seen enamored butterfly
encircle the light until it leaves
the easy monument embraced with iridescent wings

So my cowardly love many days
turned to the rose and the flame
fear that has been among cold ashes
so many times cried by the one who loves
but love that conquers with stubbornness
and the calling that with excuses calls
inspired me and bee and butterfly
I burned my wings and reached the rose

I enjoyed, had, achieved sweet favors
I left, lost, forgot vain suspicions
Witnesses were of my glory
Silent the night and the day the herald.