You know, you are my dream,
But you are deaf and blind,
Lips sweet as Irish Cream
Fill my sore inflamed mind.
I’m dreaming of you in the darkness,
But I’ll never give you a kiss,
My hope is absolutely harmless
For you, evoking bitter tears.
Your dark eyes make me reckless,
Make flying in the sky,
My pain is awful madness,
That makes me really die.
I’ll never kiss you, sweetheart,
Because I’m very shy.
You eyes bring trembling smart,
Like star light in the sky.
I ll never kiss you myself
© Copyright: Диана Штайн, 2006
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