Kill me, if you want me to give up,
Love me, if my love does cost a thing,
Make my rainy eyes again more sharp,
While my calendar’s becoming thin,
Stop my blood, like you already did,
Save my life, like you will have to do,
Dry my veins and teach me, how to read
Letters at your eyes – I see them too.
My ice
© Copyright: Кузьма Ивов, 2009
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