I must touch you and I must pinch you.
Because to me you cause an aggression.
You are my endless permanent Muse
And you drive away any depression.
It is like to steam up and excite.
It is like dipping into a bath.
And spiritual words will erupt
Causing tsunami in underarms.
But what I love is peace and a prayer.
Pure Gold I read through Yati words.
Yesterday I performed the rite there
And to evil your Rose is closed.
And by now you have everything sealed.
All of yours - dedicated to God.
To external intentions forbid
And to the inside impact. All right.