Flecha Certeira

The distance is an accurate arrow
That cruel destiny shot
Without mercy, crossing space
With time it got poisoned
Poor target was my heart
Aimed at, bleeding with pain

I wished to be a free bird
To cross the space as well
And with my fragrant feathers
Go seek my beloved

The distance is a stone wall
That chance builds for free
With whimsy raising it high
As if reaching the infinite
Forgetting that it's destroying
A castle of such beautiful love