What do you want from my love?
On the verge of me!...You have no power!
And don't play with my fire -
Burn to the ashes of desire in it!
All lost. The ball is over.
Your lot was too small.
Take off your crown, you're a fool in it.
The satraps will soon laugh.
As lit under the moon!
A wonderful dance, like fire.
And my happiness - you are with me,
But this holiday is over.
That time of tender love
In your anger it is better not Tom,
Drive those stupid swarms away.
Believe me, I've always been with you.
Be careful not to Cory
Give me tender words again.
And forever in the joy of the earth
You will be happy, my dear.
Jealousy
© Copyright: Анна Петровна Владимирова, 2020
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