One furtive tear
In her eyes welled up…
These festive young people
She seemed to envy…
What more could I want?
She loves me, I see it.
One single instant the palpitations
Of her beautiful heart I sensed!...
With her confused sighing
Almost equaling my sighs!...
Heavens, one can die;
I can’t ask for more.
Here she is…Oh! She increases
The beauty of newborn love!
To be indifferent
One should be this way until she comes
To explain herself.
