My love to you is ancient and old
See, we are living in an odd world
I have adored you at my earliest age
Long before I became strong and strange
Since I was my parents' heavenly gift
******* at my mother's holy breast
Guarding the other with a delicate fist
And my eyes of selfishness calmly fixed
Into hers that lovingly watched
Or when she touched my nose and kissed
When I clung on to her skirt
In streets of fears of common reality
So I weaned on love of your beauty
Then, I grew up, a man, I thought
I craved for you and desperately sought
Among all women, which was a mystery
Your eyes were in one, the hair on another
I see you in all women, so I wonder
Of a fact, here, of a blurred figure
Am I seeking for you in a feminine coat
Or for the tenderness of my mother?