Strange fall

Already is March
and the waters are closing the summer

My river that was so slow
became whirl
and increased the level
must be the waters of your love
strange falls

When My love was not love
just fake and deluded
your drops just coming up
watering me and matured me
wet words
over me

And there it goes
took by yours waters spell
a reserved part of me

I am asking you
That is fair?
drowned in words
and still
with a delusion love?