yet my heart swells

it's martyrdom you give me Marta
with your smiles your questions
your showers of rain
watering down this growing attraction
from ancient grudges
your innocently biting remarks
with ironic edges

yet my heart swells for your eyes as a sail
though you give me a swish of the tail
I keep coming closer and closer...

(though wishing the boy from Catalonia -not Spain- 
a better fortune
I still gravitate in your attraction..)