My heart’s a tomb of every love,
I know my sweetheart-boy.
And every kiss I take above,
My love is not a toy!
The heart with scars is in my chest,
It bleeds the wine of love,
The sun just goes from east to west,
But I forgive myself!
My heart with scars it doesn’t feel
The pain of our love!
My life’s a tombstone on my grave,
And our love’s a rose…
With every kiss I take away,
My heart is covered with frost…
My heart’s a tomb of every love,
I know my sweetheart-boy.
And every kiss I take above,
My love is not a toy!
The tomb of love
© Copyright: Анна Устиненко, 2009
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