автор: yotovava

Passion and wild, oh, my soul
on crossroad is moaning the pain,
being cried at the rain.
Should I trust or may be I put
all my feelings in frames,
enfetter all senses, all dreams
and keeping my love into chains!

Time will tell and sorry for love.
Noone is guilty, noone.
No more else than frailness of mind.
No easy is to forgot
all these fire and flames
burning behind on my legs,
on lips and on my kissing.

And nothing`s left but your missing!