My light

My light,
My dream,
My tender weakness,
I pray to see you through the night.
My lech,
My core,
My careful meekness,
I need to catch at once your eye.

Unblessed and parting
Poor lover
I lack your fairytale smiles.
You give me breathing
And recover
There is no count covered miles.

No freezing, no sevear throes
On a distant shore where I live on!
You turn a razor into a rose
There's nothing like to be loved so strong.


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