Prospects of Hearts

Perhaps that the clouds beg the raindrops to not fall
or just the water from the heights commit suicide
perhaps the moon breaks off from the night at all
or the darkness takes off its mask to the other side

Perhaps my madness competes with me to reach your eyes
or it is the race between my blood drops to get your heart
perhaps the death imitates me to give the life the surprise
or it is our eternal story that unite us and leave us apart 

Perhaps it is the poetry that does not understand the logic
or that you are the one who kills my words with mercy
perhaps it is the hidden beauty of the endless magic
between my wolfish poem ​​and your feminine lunacy