Qué importa

A short time ago it was your love
the light that illuminated my existence
and for both of us, it was only yesterday,
there was no such word as absence.
Ours was the love of twenty years,
love of Marguerite and Duval.
But, as always, a disillusionment
in the end had to separate us.

What does it matter
that they tell me that you have changed
and a shining you have placed
in the place of the heart!
What does it matter
if you left my side,
only I know why it was
your affection I paid for it
with wickedness and betrayal.