My love is secret even for me
My love is thing that should not be
But I can make it once again
The fair copy of that feeling…
You steel my hёart to scrap the mirror
I’ll eat this debris for the dinner
I leave you strapping on the railway
But train will crash down before
You say «Oh, darling, I’m in panic!»
I answer «Baby, you’re manic!
Don’t fear the ripper he’s your cousin
You like his mow even more»
You try to drown me in your petals
But you forgot to make them lethal
I meet your playmate on the bottom
I lick her smile and reach the calm
You know how hard to cope with mortal
I try to find how make it total
My love that’s secret even for me
My love that’s straying in the fog.
My love is secret even for me
© Copyright: Ярослав Тремасов, 2012
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