I will wait for you, my love,
Be the greatest part of me,
Be of the weasel little dove,
My treasure, please, you also be.
This coldest winter makes me sad,
I want to give you best of sun,
Without you I feel the bad
Of somthing that contains art.
I write to you, my future husband,
One day you come to me, my sky,
I give you something of my сare,
I will to wait for you, I try.
To my future husband
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