just a flower

A blessed afternoon
You gave me, beloved, a flower,
and then its perfume
It intoxicates my heart.

It was a white and pure jasmine
more not as much as you;
emblem of my daydreams
symbols of your life.

I keep it in my chest
and in him he will always live;
my kisses have withered me
and I have watered it while crying.

But it retains the aroma
of your virginal breath
from your tears the trace,
of your looks maybe.

It will be the sweet companion
of my sad loneliness;
and while you do not forget me
You will never abandon me.