Lay my hands on your heart,
Though they’re still tense,
See what sounds may come
From the deepness of sense.
Please don’t leave them disturbed,
Please don’t leave them suppressed,
They can give you all love
And the tears they possess
And the sorrowful fall,
Dreams of first winter snow,
Sweetness of their call
And the bitter love flow,
Moony shadows and sun,
Though they’re still tense,
Lay my hands on your heart,
See the deepness of sense.
Reconcile to pain,
See the glitter in eyes,
Let your tears remain
Running down in a glide,
In a motionless circle
Of the tight-bonded hearts
With a so sudden rocking
Like it’s falling apart.
See your notes with poems
As in ambush they wait
So graceful and stoic
In the morning they fade,
All the sorrow’s dissolved
As a crystal untouched
Splitting up in this world –
Lay my hands on your heart.
Lay my hands on your heart
© Copyright: Моя Любовь, 2004
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