From the scratch ;
You make me fly up to the seventh heaven
You force me be relaxed and keep the stregth inside
I don't know who you are. Should I be frightened, tranquil, serene?
Or get insanity just out of my mind
You're more intoxicating than tanned whiskey or the wine
My stomach won’t digest a slice of highest bliss
I can't remain as Virgin Mary so Divine
Because I'm contemplating of dissolving in your kiss
Your hands, they aren't men hands. They are the feathers.
Wild Eagle feathers that can touch the soul
You push the goosebumps run a marathon around my leather (mean "skin")
Enjoy the process. Never mind the goal.
It's crucial betweenwhiles to go with the flow
Trust destiny and God. Don't seek to find a perfect match
Permit the feelings be sincere. Let them grow
Allow yourself to start it from the scratch
Margarita Truman
From scratch
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