With lips that swear
To kiss my day,
I want you, Dear,
To learn the way
That leads to twinkling
And lonely star,
Where you can't thinking
Of being too far;
Where rains ans snows
Beneath the cloud
Are not the foes,
And wisper's loud;
Where heart-ache arrow
So sharp and sweet;
Where on the narrow
Path we can meet.
With arms that swear
To hug my night,
I want you, Dear,
To lit love light!
With Lips That Swear...
© Copyright: Людмила Дмитриевна Назарова, 2025
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