Gorgeous!
Your sincere laught
Could melt down ice
And stars above
Would brightly shine
At empty sky,
But you're not mine
And I'm too shy.
At your presence
My breathing stops
And I have sense
It never starts.
But I am ready
For the death,
For you, young lady,
You're all I have!
06.03.2009
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