Pobre Flor

The flower of my dreams
Was killed by the cold of a winter
Cruel with ingratitude and pain: Poor flower!
Today it's a grave and peace for my passionate desires
Why won't it come back?
What I loved with frenzy
Oh! What happened to the kisses?
That you gave me with such enchantment?

Everything was covered by forgetfulness
With its sad cloak, never to return
Being my first illusion
A lonely grave of my last love
Empty promises from a burning mouth
With poison and curse
But the memory etched

Like an eternal shroud
It covered my sad soul
And that's why in the darkness
I wander aimlessly, lost in thought
With your name written
With a sentence
Of not being able to forget
The heart that loves you