You are my tasteful honey trap...

Андрей Чекмарев
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You are my tasteful honey trap.
I never knew one better.
Love you is like is to unwrap
with words of love a letter.

Each word to read and to have fun.
No drinks is needed now.
You are my only sunny sun,
and moon of mine, somehow.

Somehow star. Somehow rain.
You are my dream, though, real.
When there's no you, I feel the pain.
What can instead I feel?

Instead of you there is no one.
No woman can me feed.
And I am like under the sun
with you a fruitful seed...
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