Your lips as though two petals of a flower
And I`m not a rock or tower
To stand your beauty and your charm
Trust me I won`t do any harm
Your hair black as though the night,
And in your soul is inner bright
That leads me from the darkness of my thoughts
And I`m full of dreams and plots!
Oh Goddess, oh the thought that haunts my mind,
Trust, I am ready to be blind
To be with you, to feel your hand
That makes me even when I see it mad!
Please, be with me and be my bride
Or... I`ll commit a suicide.
To. the beloved
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