I want you in my arms again
Without you my suffering so bad
There is only dust in empty lane
My eyes are tearing of wet.
Your love a truly lavish gift
The soul is begging for relief
My mind mistakenly miffed
What else to do for I believe.
Believe to meet you very soon
For I shall promise upon thee
That love witch ours like a tune
Floating to the very heart of me.
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© Copyright: Артем Баранцев, 2018
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