I like the fact you re not obsessed by me -по М. Ц

I like the fact you're not obsessed by me,
I'm glad to know you're not my fatal illness,
The heavy globe was never meant to be
Caught losing its serene eternal stillness.
I'm fond of knowing that I can be droll,
So dissolute, not thinking of pretending,
A wave of blush won't capture me at all,
Sleeves touching one another, feelings blending.
I do not mind if you embrace someone
With calmness and a genuine affection,
And you don't wish me hell instead of sun,
When kissing others is my real intention.
My tender, you don't say my tender name
In vain nor in the night, neither in daytime,
And 'hallelujah!' won't be sung again
In church for us, in silence, as a sweet rhyme.
I thank you with my heart and with my hand
For loving me - without a hint of knowing -
For calmest nights in which I still descend,
For meeting rarely in the sunset glowing.
The Sun won't ever shine for you and me,
And our walks the Moon will never witness,
I'm sorry that you're not obsessed by me,
I'm sorry that you're not my fatal illness.