La Yapa

A gem for me,

is the taste of your kisses,

they fall under their own weight,

but they don't reach the end,

and you prefer to show off by keeping me captive.

I am convinced that,

your eyes shine from seeing me,

and I can't convince myself,

because you told me yesterday,

that there will be a first time,

tomorrow with luck.

I want, without offending,

to tell you that you walk lightly,

your heart beats,

just by assuming,

that I will ask you again,
to give me the extra.

I don't understand why,
your heart escapes me,

and your little mouth kills me,

when you tell me no,

that besides my heart,

I ask for the extra.

I'm not pretentious, my love

but why do you hurt me,

I carry a thorn inside,

that bends my heart,

if the extra is the illusion

of my whole life.

Sometimes I think,

that you play hard to get,

my plea has no way in,

you act like you don't hear,

that already in the final stretch

the extra is nothing.

To be able to loosen up,

and understand that I'm not lying,

from my lips oaths,

maybe you have to listen,

if not I will have to wait

until marriage.