So let love wash all over me again,
Let this pure rain bring saltness to my tongue.
This spring new-born, I want to shout and run
And fly in this sweet air and feel no pain.
Imagining your arms around at night,
I dare to hope that you could need me still.
I promised you to love you and I will,
If even it takes years to reunite.
There is no sweeter love than yours, indeed...
I couldn't cause our memories to fade.
And now, believe me, baby, that is fate,
So I'll be waiting kneeling at your feet.
New-Born
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2012
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