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Philosophy of Love
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My love words are empty to you.
But I have no control over myself,
And forget the familiar features.
Forget your familiar eyes.
Weeping willow – hair.
And the purity of the diamond,
Hot drops of your tears.
Forget the warmth of a caressing hand.
And the whiteness of a tender smile
And peach fluff cheeks,
And curls on the forehead negligent.
Forget you – forget the Spring.
And the smell of grass in the flowering summer.
But, feelings, surging wave,
I cannot forget, in a fit of light!
I will not forget
Hoping you wait,
What I will come to you,
What you tight hug,
And I will be happy.
But in vain do not cry,
Quiet in the bed sheet,
You will listen to night
Voice of vernal drops.
I won’t sing for you
I will not warm myself.
After all, my love is
I will not forget with you.
I will not forget an hour
Kiss hot.
Sheltered the night to us
Month the watchman was us.
Morning summer dawn
The sun poured us.
The day shone with warmth.
Quickly dried dew.
The sun poured us.
The day shone with warmth.
Intoxicated with beauty
Girl soft hair.
Autumn is drizzling
Autumn is drizzling
Small shot of rain.
In the puddles leaves warm,
In the gloom Sun.
The branches are bare stretch,
Wet five
Trying to grab
In the puddle the ray is golden.
But, in vain try
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