My love gives me wings
My love gives me wings. It is good to me to be beautiful and in love with life, in the sky, but it is good to fall in love with you. the fall, on the street goes August. From a rain flowers darkened. I already, apparently, know that it am pleasant to you. Perhaps, you will be pleasant to me too. Outside the window berries on trees redden, the rain cold knocks on glass as a bird a wing. And I know that our hearts aren't able to forget many last winters of those antecedents. From that and the melancholy you eats, from that you are so sad, my dear. Probably, in August the dream which comes true in the early spring won't be able to come true. My love could give wings and you! Still far till spring, but we can love each other now.
© Copyright: Светлана Таис 2, 2016
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