I've got it, I succeed. It was a ressurrection.
Don't ask me to forget - who could forget the sun?
But still I'm deep in need of loving and protection,
My sweet, my dearest man, my First and Only One.
I need Your heart, so warm; I need Your mind, so spicy,
I need Your hands and lips, and all of You I need.
And if the only beam shines from Your eyes, so icy,
I'll say, "It is my hour. I've got it, I succeed".
Success to s. v
© Copyright: Полли Розенберг, 2004
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