Assure me, the immense army of desire,
Attack my brain in morn to make me quite -
I'll die in Love, I'll lose this blow, this fight
In honor of your kisses. My burden's light
As a rainbow, as a feather and as a fire.
Condemn me not, while my delight's ecstatic,
While adoration adds despair to mind -
Soul destitution cries for mercy: "Find
Me, Angel, in that burning desert side
To teach me love and to avoid my fatigue".
With frightful tempest going low and low,
When I'll become a friend of mine and not a foe.
Assure Me...
© Copyright: Людмила Дмитриевна Назарова, 2025
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