My fingers - a blaze
My eyes - a razor.
Gentle, caressing wind,
the way you move and sing!
Do I deserve this love?
The hope, this white dove?
Inside my heart is warm,
outside is burning storm!
But the candle silent,
spreads the daylight.
Never leave my chest,
stay there, kiss and rest.
Keep the flame alive,
never let my passion die.
Wait, be patient, stand my blaze!
See how purple are the rainy days!
One day these souls will fly,
up like two doves in the sky…
Or you will meet me in the paradise.
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