Let Godfather bless you, my grateful heart,
Let trembling hands keep you from the flood,
Try not to be quiet, when wind is loud,
And be as fearsome, moarning to the cloud,
As when you shake before the virgin kiss.
Your soul is endless and beautiful as peace,
So let me in and never let me die
Without your maiden heart and life-giving smile.
This night I saw that butterfly has gone:
Its frail wings moldered away.
And then i thought that silver-plated stone
Has sturdiness, but never any grace.
And watching you beyond the blooming field,
I see some power, drawn around your head,.
And it must help, but gradually kill
The world behind it, furious and mad.
So never kill me, putting out the door.
I'm yours. Forever, always. Even more.
Even more
© Copyright: Мила Гюнтер, 2017
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