Sometimes I feel so cold,
Sometimes I burn in love,
Those kinds of things you told
Were making me above.
I hope my heart will feel,
I hope my eyes will see
When I just can reveal
That fact that you love me..
I cannot feel my head,
My reason and my mind,
At night I live so dead
By way you cannot find.
In Sorrow
© Copyright: Мария Попкова, 2005
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