It’s just my soul

It’s not my fingers that refuse to caress you.

It’s not my lips that won’t speak your name

It’s not my eyes that don’t want to open to see you

It’s just my soul that doesn’t believe in strange twists of fate

The chance that put you on my path

The gods that want to play with my heart

Because I want to love you

To feel the touch of your hair on my skin

To notice how my heartbeat stops

Because you only smile at me

And the world stops spinning when you whisper my name

It’s just my soul that doesn’t believe in strange twists of fate

That grips all my fibers, paralyzing them from fear

Telling my heart that it has no right anymore

That I spend the last beats of joy

In hopes believed, in eternal attempts

And in those that wither when autumn arrives

That it doesn’t believe there can be another spring

That his heart should only beat because that’s the way life is.

Reason dictates to him that time no longer belongs to him

His head insists on dictating rules that he never believed in

It’s just my soul that doesn’t believe in strange twists of fate

But that begins to surrender to that smile

That thinks that…why not?

My heart, my heart, is beating out of control again.

My fingers run through hidden folds once again.

I taste the pleasure on my lips again

And it’s my eyes that can never get enough of you

Whether in the brightest dawn

As in the warm darkness of the night

It’s only my soul that believes again