Prone to miss.

I have a fragile and soft heart
that gets used is to want
and does not know what it is to forget
and lives a dream under the old moon
makes summer a spring,
and is always prone to miss
because it does not tolerate indifference,
but everything that gives bliss.

In spite of all things
I am happy with my heart
and in truth, there is nothing like this.

Yes, I miss the roses in a garden
and when you walk away for a while,
I miss your warm kiss.

For that reason I am prone to miss.