When his look enters your soul,
The Moon, the Sun are not so bright.
Only by heart he will be following,
Only your heart will bring him light.
He, like a magic, puts the spell.
Because of him you cry.
His stony heart doesn't want to feel.
And you don't know why.
He'll breake toy heart in many splinters,
He'll leave you one spring day...
And now in your heart is winter,
It will forever stay...
He
© Copyright: Мария Мяффочка, 2009
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