To you, to you these lines are sent;
Who is of you expect'd mainly?
She be a queen of Dragonland,
She be a beauty shining daily.
With her in love I want to fall,
With her I dream to be forever.
And if her met my sorrow'd soul,
It would let go away her never.
Thus where, where are you, my sweet?
In waiting of you I am dying.
And only when you I can meet,
Only then I'll be free of crying.
@ 2005-08-01
To you, to you these lines are sent...
© Copyright: Евгений Масленников, 2009
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