Love

Loving in the mystery I kept silent,
Thinking this is how you will like yourself,
For in my eyes I read an eternity
De-killing dreams of pleasure.
I can not anymore. The loser's lust
Words give delusive mysteries;
I want to get some luck
Of the soul that mine knows.
You do not see my mouth burning
And in my eyes I see myself in the cold,
My long-blonde little baby?
With a breath of fresh air,
C-unzipet makes the thought of mumbling.
Do an end to pain ... come to my sin.
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By Mihai Eminescu!