No, nothing comes late, because all things Have their time just like wheat and roses; Except that, unlike the spike and flower, Any time is the time it reaches love. No, not love arrives late. Your heart and mine Secretly know that there is no love late. Love, at any time, when you touch a gate The plays from the inside, because it was already open. And there is a love there is a brave and cowardly love, But, in any case, none arrives late.