Let's Call It Love
Give me your caress and pain
You haven’t for me something more
I surrender to you again
Without will, I don’t know, what for!
Sing for me, be obtrusive, quiet,
For my sadness that will arise
For oblivion for its great might
And you wait I forgive you. Nice.
Draw my portraits on pale walls
Write the poems for sake of mine
Pacify cry of our souls
In your webs. We have no much time.
Give me pain, our sweetest pain,
Our foolishness is so tough
I will burn wings of mine again
Let us call this illusion – “Love”.
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