Letters... - Letter of love

Be my power,
by my crime,
by my lover,
all of mine.

Don´t you sit just in my head,
throught my body you´ve to spread.
Touch my when the night is young,
hearing sonet which is sung.

Maybe today, mayby after,
trust me, that is not disaster,
you will tell me yours goodbye
and for long time I will cry.

But here are still in my mind,
memories of fresher wind,
memories full of my dreams,
hard for you to try them see.

When this day is close to us,
your heard is as doors of bus,
which are closed in final station,
which are closed to everyone.
In your life won´t be sensastion,
loving feeling will be gone.

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Letter of love