Esquiva

To seek your love
my hope flew,
but you hid it flirtatiously
I don't know why;
hope turned
without finding your love.

And God knows
that without my affection
you would die of love
maybe like me,
however, you insist
on withholding your love from me.

I don't know why you refuse
loving each other so much
you do it coyly
to hear my voice
repeating that no
that I don't want life
if your love is missing.

I brought to your balcony
a serenade
you didn't show up knowing
it was my voice

drunk with moonlight
came to sing my love to you.
You're always like that
evasive and fiery
as if you only wanted
to play with love;
he who plays with fire
can pay with pain.