There are no names,
No promises, no wishes and no vows,
Not any glimpse of an incipient love,
Only obsequious expression on the mows,
And the immense desires all above.
Don’t tell about anything, but me, I’m begging,
Don’t tell the words, that meaning is a waste,
Let’s drink a glass for our lucky evening,
And we will kiss each other and will taste.
Forget about morning, and remorses,
There’s no tomorrow and hang-over too,
Find at my breast all your beloved recourses,
Tonight I’m your eternal love, that have come true.
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© Copyright: Юлия Камнева, 2015
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