Dear God, I am in love,
Oh, it’s so sweet!
Like the fruit of paradise;
Perfect like a new sunrise
High above the street,
Like the waves of storming sea
Under blow of wind.
No one but you and me
Dares fight for it.
Go on, my finest sense,
Rip my burning heart!
Every day is my defense,
Nights are very hard!
Осень 2014 г.
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