I don't need to paint your portrait on the wall
of my bedroom.
I keep your face deep in my mind.
My inmost thoughts reveal your eyes
agitating,
rousing my curious inside.
Sometimes with bliss my eyelids quiver,
My sweet torment...
When in my dreams, I see you clearly
reciprocate.
What should I feel when you are close?
You know, I feel it.
I feel the sunbeam through my cloths
In the midnight.
Maybe I should thank God for the distance...
Frankly,
I could hardly ever fight
The longing for you being close
Weekly...
But still being apart.
Imagine with bliss my eyelids quiver,
Give me award.
Of all temptations, about you dreaming
I can afford.
Nevertheless
© Copyright: Катерина Копаева, 2012
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