Step to me close and close my eyes.
Try to lead in dance.
Hug me, surround me and hold me tight.
Don’t even give me a chance.
A chance to escape of what I call love.
I’m afraid of it so.
And in your arms feeling like dove
I every time want to go.
Away wanna fly.
Higher than high.
But only with you.
Dance flight
© Copyright: Марина Труфанова, 2007
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