My gorgeous Queen,
My guarantee of freedom,
Among the outskirts of abroad,
You Shine like the firmament.
I'm melting your hopes,
They are curtained in the window,
When taking off all the clothes,
You scratch me in my sleep.
In your arms like a tiger,
I sharpened my claws gently,
I want my caliber to be yours,
And you keep your voice down.
Burning in the fire we are a passionate storm,
And days and nights away,
And sometimes rushing faster than a bullet,,
Not afraid of her now & quot;flight".
& quot;Zalet" on stupidity, - forever,
& quot; Flying" by & quot; greed" in chains,
We are not ancient Greeks,
To be shamed in dreams.
Life is hypocritical and covered up,
But purity of soul is right,
That the window was open at night,
And during the day, everything is just in words....
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