Haughty and cold...

What a dark night.
It is the damned rain.
Rain makes me bored.
I won't sleep tonight again.

Rain is knocking on a window
Rain wants come inside. But
No one awaits him here.
No one will call him today anywhere.

I shall open a bottle of wine.
I shall fill the glass. And one
I shall sit down in front of   the fireplace,
So i'll see fire and will warm my face.

The sadness and grief soon will leave
After the  rain will pass and will forgive
Your. But now you are alone a lot.
You are hot this time and  cold.

Some time men want
Only to catch your sight.
But who has managed it then
They have burned down in passion's flame.

But you like to be alone.
You are haughty and cold.
And only  fire in a fireplace
You let  warm you... not to men's hands.


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