Honeysuckle in Bloom

Honeysuckle in Bloom

Crumbling old wall

of the arrabal,

your cool blue shadow was

my true companion.

Since my earliest days

in this hardscrabble life

my one true friend was

your honeysuckle.

When love first trembled

and kissed my soul with hope,

I came to you,

with simple grace,

and to you I sang

my first confession.

Honeysuckle in bloom

who saw me be born

and on the crumbling old wall

caught up my love,

your dear caress

is like the first tender love

that I felt for him.

Honeysuckle in bloom

that climb up the wall

are like your encircling

and honeysweet embrace,

If every year

your blooms are reborn

why not also

my sweet first love?

The years went by

and now I tell you a tale

of the death of my dreams,

my crumbling old wall....

That's how I learned

to make believe

to build up pretense

to live decently;

that love and faith

are just sad lies

and people laugh

at grief and pain...

Now that life

has punished me

and has taught me

its bitter creed,

crumbling old wall,

I bring you my heart

and I talk to you just as before.

Honeysuckle in bloom

who saw me be born

and on the crumbling old wall

caught up my love,

your dear caress

is like the first tender love

that I never forgot.

Honeysuckle in bloom

that climb up the wall

are like your encircling

and honeysweet embrace,

If every year

your blooms are reborn

why not also

my sweet first love?