Love you in the dreams,
Hate you in the life,
But as it is seems
It is not a love.
Rose isn’t flower,
There’s no bird like dove,
Rose isn’t color,
Your feeling’s not a love.
Miss you in the night –
I’m possible to ruff –
You are not my knight,
You are not my love.
Very soon you’ll get
What feeling is a love.
You do not know this yet –
For you this feel’s like stuff.
Miss you, my sweet honey,
Dream you, oh my dear,
Need you, oh my darling,
Love you, love you, fear…
It isn t love
© Copyright: Анна Галан, 2007
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