I feel it when you’re thinking of me,
My heart melts from your lips,
And my all world becomes too weak
And ready to fall to your feet.
I look at my world with open eyes
But my soul’s too far from this place.
I love you and need your, dear, advice
How to live without seeing your face.
Spring rivers boil like my wild blood
With wish to be only with you,
They strive to fall into a great blue cascade
Like me in a great love with you.
You’re my home, you’re my port
With quiet and happy live place,
And I am sure You are my bort
But pity you don’t know that.
I Feel You
© Copyright: Надежда Сальникова, 2013
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