We didn't take each other seriously,
our joy was insubstantial, all was new,
an idle escapade to pass the time,
but as time passed a deep desire grew.
Sequent with desire, trailing on its heels,
jealousy, green-eyed, with it hand in glove,
the ogre of creeping distrustfulness,
dark preconceptions, poisoning our love.
We still kissed and still made love,
ennui had not set in yet,
while kissing, then it began,
our eyes they no longer met.
Our love became a routine,
we used to go hand in hand,
now everything goes faster,
love is no more in demand.
Then jealousy vanished as well,
our love had lost all attraction,
increasingly we did not care,
we had no more satisfaction.
Once we were linked in passionate love,
that our memory no more sustains,
we departed in different ways,
and nothing but bitterness remains.