If I had known how to love you With habits Little breakfasts In the bed of loneliness If I had known how to love you With habits If I had known how to tell you With exactitude What makes me die Of so much uncertainty If I had known how to love you How to love what is hidden How to pray So that nothing is undone If I had known how to describe What you need to know I would have been less worse I would have been less cowardly I would have refused to be wise I would have given much more Of light to your face If I had known If I had only seen on your face What is needed of love and rage If I had known If I had known how to put you naked If I had known how to love you Before knowing you Before forgetting you I might have lied If I had known how to lie Lie or disappear Learn to become A woman at the window I would have refused to be wise I would have given much more Of light to your face If I had known If I had only seen on your face What is needed of love and rage If I had known If I had known how to put you naked If I had only seen on your face What is needed of love and rage If I had known If I had known how to put you naked If I had known how to love you Before knowing you Before forgetting you I would have burned my letter