I saw a wonderful dream,
We were in the moon gleam.
You kissed my lips and eyes,
We didn't notice sunrise.
Your love gave me wings to fly,
And to touch the stars in the sky.
Your love made me happy and strong.
With you I have sang my best song.
But any song has its end,
Like a river touches the sand.
We finished our song.
Unluckily it wasn't long.
We tried to deceive the fate.
We had no patience to wait.
There is no hope anymore.
Nothing remains to restore.
Our song has turned out too sad,
And it left us with bitter regret.
My heart still cries sometimes,
And I feel those tears in my eyes.
I will never forget your touch,
I will always miss you so much.
I have no more gladness to feel.
I will always love you, I will…
A bitter dream
© Copyright: Зоя Смольник, 2009
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I respect your lines... Most of all:
"Your love made me happy and strong.
With you I have sang my best song."
It's often used to be... Thanks
Максим Митрофанов 2 10.02.2010 14:30 • Заявить о нарушении
"Your love made me happy and strong.
With you I have sang my best song."
It's often used to be... Thanks
Максим Митрофанов 2 10.02.2010 14:30 • Заявить о нарушении