You are my cold chilly moon,
You are my hottest sultry sun,
You steal away, but crop up soon,
Your tricks bring tears instead of fun.
You are my Lord, you are my Master,
I bend before you and admire.
Your love's my joy and my disaster,
So like burnt child I dread the fire.
Your tender look and touch delight me,
Your lips disarm me, make me fly.
I know you still can't live without me,
I know you need me, don't deny!
I know you need me
© Copyright: Ната Чеботарь, 2008
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