You move like a river with its grace:
So calm, so solid and so gentle.
Your kind features on your face
Are saint lights in a cathedral.
And in your saint shiny eyes
I'd spend my everithing and more:
I'd be the father of your child,
I'd be your cure of a sore.
For this is love, and it exists.
The living creacher in my heart.
It tells me what i've never seen,
It tells we shouldn't be apart.
And i am singing just for you,
To make you hear my voice from mist!
In vain i do it all for you,
But love? Doesn't it exist?
For the saint love
© Copyright: Денис Левашов, 2013
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