Remember Patric ponds ;
Remember Patric ponds, white swans and Chardonnay
Those stretching silhouettes along the Moscow streets
And light of lantern that rekindled you and me
Do you remember day we realised that we make perfect fits?
When April breeze touched your blushing cheeks
I couldn’t help distinguishing the other signs
Such as your saturated cherry colour lips
Which looking forward merging into mine
Like sugar disappears in cup of boiling tea
We have dissolved into each other in the glass of wine
I dreamt of lingering that moment - had no wish to flee
Because you let me not pretend and feel that I'm divine
Indeed we have our own quirks and whims
There is no need to be ashamed, mon doux
You will become the eighth of seven sins
If Lord will let me blindly fall in love with you
Remember Patric ponds
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