I am going mad when you kiss me in the early morning
and make me awake with the such wonderful way,
sometimes tears have dropped down and wetted our pillow.
Your kisses revealed in my soul
what happened long before our real meeting,
when we lived in great distance from each other
and known nothing utterly about our existences.
Yes, you had sometimes kissed and awoke me -
did the same things as now but through the great distance.
Yes, you kissed, coming to me through these elusive dreams,
descended unexpectedly before sunrise as my inspiration and despaire,
come to me and kissed - when I opened eyes - yours image vanished...
I fixed from ealiest day as I cried from this marvelous touching
not able to catch this miracle
or just understood and explained what it was and who you are?
It was miraculous and very painful and stressing experiences.
At first I thought - you are not a real person,
and my early visions about you were blurry and foggy.
But the vision grow older with me from my childish years,
surrounding by these great mountains and steep gorges.
Gradually I may have seen my love's image more certain and firm,
yes, sometimes I thought it was a pure fantasy and built up in my dream.
But they had unusually precise and vivid features
and so deep impressed me, like a thunderbolts in a dark night,
that I eventually break into your real image and real life as you are -
the girl who born and lived in the beach of Baltic sea and created for me.
That is why now when I found out you, my dear,
after so many years of active searching,
my tears drop down to our pillow,
when you awake me on dawn with the tender kisses and hugs.
You just recalled my early days dreams, pains and reflexes
which resided deep core of my soul.
(Extract from Eleanor Rigby)