I feel the shine of morning Sun,
Such tender and impressive touch.
Such magic feeling to be young,
I love you very-very much.
Without you I go mad,
In your green eyes my time stands still,
That magic kiss I can't forget
And I don't care to lose my will.
I want to know your fears and dreams,
I want to feel your soul like Sun.
This world's much older that it seems.
Such magic feeling to be young.
Bask
© Copyright: Ольга Пильтенко, 2006
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