The wind is blowing on the street,
I hear the noise of seastorm,
Can’t wait for our single meet,
The first meet’s always warm.
Don’t know how long,
But do know why
I fall in love
With you that night.
No matter when I’ll se again
Your smile, your eyes, mild hair,
The only thing I feel is pain,
About that I don’t care.
Perhaps, my love is a disease,
And time’s a noble cure,
We’re separated by the seas,
But our feel is pure.
The Night of Love
© Copyright: Шоколадочка, 2004
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