I like you

When you were born follow a peace,
When your sunrise is in your eyes,
I don't want lovers,
I like you, my angel-devil.
Go with me, I'm not surprised,
That you love me and you so nice.
Give me softness, give me sun.
Because I love your lough, your smile.

© E.A. Petrenko, 2020


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