A matter of faith, a matter of trust...
It comes when less expected -
Neither the sorrow, nor the lust -
Your knees are trembling - you're infected.
Love fever keeps you up all night
The sleep won't ever come
Your mind is purely clear and bright,
Your heart beats like a drum
And all your dreams are in your eyes
Which you keep open wide
You whisper like a lullaby
"Wish you could be my bride..."
Love fever
© Copyright: Илья Алакин-Каминский, 2006
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