Shall we ever rise from ashes?
Will the fire burn again?
Your sweet fragrance, your eyelashes...
They keep driving me insane.
The old castle shall we visit?
Shall we ever see the shore?
Mind says: "No, do just release it,
And do fall in love no more."
But the heart and tattered soul
Sing together: "Do beleive!"
Treat her as your final goal
And do not let feelings leave."
Anyway, I state my fealty;
I'll be always at your side.
And at twenty or at eighty,
You'll be shining, guiding light.
Shall we?
© Copyright: Иван Кунташов, 2015
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