La Primera Caricia

I was the first
That I steal from your lips
The first loving caress

And of your eyes
The first look
And from your chest
A virginal sigh

I know that to another man
You have given him your love
And you love him with the purest affection

Love him then
In his life and in his name
That she has nothing left, nothing
Between you and me

Oh, I send you
Your withered tuberoses
Your portrait and the caresses you gave me

But the letters that at one time
You wrote to me
Never my life
You will return to your hands