Don't you remember when the amorous waltz
Unrolled its impure skeins in my eyes?
The man, this miscreant, from your deceitful mouth
Sucked every word for future kisses.

You leaned over him, your hand on his chest,
As if to listen to his heart beat harder,
And give more attraction to this divine hour,
Stamped on your forehead the seal of pain.

I was young, you say....