El Amor No Tiene Edad

Spent the night
from my window,
asking time
to be morning already,
to find him
at the front door
and, before the bell,
hug him once again.

First love,
love in secret
because my father,
I know he wouldn't understand.

Under my pillow
I have all his letters
and a photograph
where he's next to me.

I think of him all the time,
every day
and I listen to songs
that make me cry.
My friends swear I'm sad
and my mother just says:
love has no age.

The first kiss
I won't forget,
it will be a memory
for a lifetime.

I die of sorrow
and I die of joy;
I live so confused
but, in the end, I'm happy.

I think of him...