A jewel for me
is the taste of your kisses
they fall by their weight
but they don't reach the goal
and you prefer to presume
oh having me as prisioner.
I'm convinced that
your eyes glow of seeing me
and I can't convince myself
because you said to me yesterday
that there will be a first time
luckily tomorrow
I want without offending
to say that you're excited
your heart throbs
just by supposing
that I'll ask you again
to give me the extra.
I'm not pretencious, dear
but because you hurt me
I carry a spine
that folds my heart
if the extra is the illusion
of all my life.
Sometimes I think
that you play the resistant
my begging has no entrance
you act like you didn't listen
that in the final route
the extra is nothing
In order to slow down
and understand I don't lie
oaths from my lips
you maybe have to hear
or else I'll have to wait
till the marriage.
I don't understand why
your heart slips from me
and your mouth kills me
when you say no
that besides of the heart
I ask you the extra