The first ray of morning light
shines on me
and hides the secrets of the night.
The pages in the book of love.
were all blank
and we learned to write...
Your taste of honey
your smell of rose.
I used to try your love
while you doze.
Your taste of honey
your freshness of rain
We're going for a ride
from joy to pain
You gotta make a better choice
between two lives,
despite warnings from your heart.
If life is just a game
it's your deal
and you want to feel
The taste of money
The smell of fame.
love is just a bet
in your game.
The taste of money
well you have won.
But, babe, how does it feel
to be alone?
The first ray of morning light
shines on me.
You've left your fingers in my hair.
It was only a ray of love
that warmed us
and cold space that we shared
1997
Taste of honey
© Copyright: Александр Изотов, 2018
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