I kissed your hand and clung to your knees,
In a moment when a dangerous red tiger,
Stopped chasing us with his spider.
You got cold, ill at ease of the breeze.
I made a fire for you in that jungle,
And it doesn’t matter if it was a bungle,
Charlize, I really fell in love with you,
Mother, sister and my love it is you.
Charlize
© Copyright: Александр Ковердун, 2017
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