Do not love me,
Do not love me,
Please don't touch
me (as if I were
ivy)
Let me run barefoot
Through the morning dew, and caress
The vines, when they bloom,
Let me get drunk with the
Rays of the day,
And I'll make you
Sleep like a bird in its nest,
For you, I'll hold
All summer rains in my arms,
…Only for you,
I will carry all summer rains, I'll carry them
In my arms,
Like a heart on fire...
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2025
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