POEM OF THE SECRET

I can touch your hand without mine trembles,
and not to return the face to see you happen.
I can press my lips one day and another day...
and I cannot forget.

I can look at your eyes and to speak frivolously,
almost boringly, on a vulgar topic.
I can say your name with indifferent voice...
and I cannot forget.

I can be to your side as if it was not,
and to be a hundred times, this way, I eat at random...
I can see you with other, without sighing at least.
And I cannot forget.

You already see: You don't suspect this bitter secret,
more bitter and deeper than the secret of the sea...
Because I can stop you to love, and, however,
I cannot forget.

JAB