I take your hand again
I see again your eyes
And our kisses meet again
In our wondrous magic dream.
I still remember each of our date
And I’m still waiting next with faith
In our neverending love
That more than hope... But it’s not love
That can be quiet like a calm…
It’s even warmer than a warm
Of volcano’s abundant stream
But it is still only a dream…
And when I wake up at the dawn
The only thing that I can want
Its trip to my nymph through the night
And a wild thirst of magic flight
When I will see your eyes again
The fire of which will burn my heart
As well as our neverending love
In our secret dream to dawn…
Secret dream
© Copyright: Анней Лав, 2011
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