I make a mess of things, you’re right,
You wanna make away with me.
But I love you, I’ll show tonight
My fancy, which no one could see.
I don’t know words “hysterics”, “sorrow”,
You don’t know as words as “What fun!”
But we will be in love tomorrow,
And you will be as bright as sun.
Believe, I love you very much.
I’m sure, honey, you love me.
I know, my baby, when we touch,
You can not think about free.
You give me love so very much,
And, darling, I can not take less.
One day you put my heart in such
A world of great love in the Alps.
The Mess In Love
© Copyright: Юлия Дмитриевна Яворская, 2008
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