La falta

There is only a flower in that room
And you move you with patience
The medicine is bitter but
You already know that he/she will drink her/it. if he doesn't
surrender you try him/it
And you loosen the knot of your sides
What that suit already discovers
Who gathers the flower it will go crazy. it will do for you anything
And you mother sister and bride
And you queen or fairy you
You cannot pretend more. and perhaps it is for revenge
And perhaps it is for fear
Or only for madness
But for a long time
You are that that pay more
If you want to fly they throw down you
And if hunting starts to the witches
The witch you are you. and you pursue child dreams
And you ask love and six sincere
Don't do magics, neither makeups, but
By now nobody will believe it. there is who shouts yourself that you are beautiful
What a fairy you are, you are a star
Then it does you enslaved, however no
To call him/it love he is not able. and perhaps it is for revenge
And perhaps it is for fear
Or only for madness
But for a long time
You are that that pay more
If you want to fly they throw down you
And if hunting starts to the witches
The witch you are you. there is who exalts yourself, who adulates yourself
There is who exposes also you in showcase
Love is said, however no
To call him/it love he is not able.