Next time your vision visits me,
I'll tell again - you aren't real.
Of backing down you'll never think.
Your every breath and touch I feel.
You'll leave me after stormy night,
And then I'll wait,anticipate.
You'll come in spring,so warm and bright.
I'll realize you are so great.
You will come back,I know you will,
And you will tell me I'm the one.
Our passion is so sick and ill-
You'll leave again when you are done.
And still I don't know who you are-
My lover,enemy and friend.
You're here with me,forever far.
For me your schedule won't bend.
Your technique I will always praise-
You know so well to satisfy.
Once in a while just base your grace,
And then,please,disappear,fly...
Don Juan
© Copyright: Андреа Лансберг, 2003
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