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Love
The most inexhaustible, sublime, tender, and infinitely thorny subject for creativity is the theme of love. All poets of the world wrote, write and will write about this immense, marvelous, and deep feeling - poems, sonnets, dedications. And I'm one of them, who is trying to learn and understand my own self in the vast ocean of human happiness and misery, which name is love
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I am the Sun, and I reside in heaven
I am the Sun, and I reside in heaven And openly kiss you - with my rays. And tender warmth comes down to your haven, Desire slips from your enflaméd lips: You crave for my - eyes, mouth, noble features, You claim for yours - my Self, my heart, my soul. My lips and eyes will seek you, dear creature, Your inner self in mine will be dissolved. I am the Wind, warm, tender and caressing, Through hair-silk of yours I will my fingers run. I will enwrap your beauty in embraces, - It’s everlasting, luring, everyoung! I am the Moon, in chariot of darkness I gently roll into your silent room. Throughout night I’ll guard your sleep regardless Of noises troubling and the frightful gloom. You are asleep - and live in dreamland garden Where fairies and elves - all ephemeral things. These love you so much! And lo! All of a sudden I’m real before you! Protecting is my wing! |
