You are the last, but not the least, my baby…
Believe eternity: it can’t see any numbers.
You could divide my heart by silence. Maybe,
But music is alive in lyric sounds.
Your spirit is alive in madcap rhythm,
You’re grooving in my soul, and I’m crazy…
The king of death is dead and trees are wizen,
And I love you again. It’s so amazing…
Though I expressed a wish to be alone for ages,
I would be glad to see you in my house.
Please, let me run from optimistic dangers!!
Though cats are satisfied, they kill the mouse.
I crave for giving up my wishful thinking.
Reality is not the game of honor.
I don’t believe your humor, wily witling!!
Your smile is made from essences of whoredom.
The only innocent, my lovely baby,
I love again. You managed to entrance me.
You could divide my heart by silence. Maybe,
But love is still alive in chanceful dancing.
Dancing love
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