I met thee and all that was over
in lifeless heart became alive,
The golden time returned from nowhere
and made heart warm, it did revive.
Sometimes there are the day and hour,
where bare and dull late autumn reigns,
But spring will blow in our bower
and something is in our veins.
And I inspired of that breathing
of past years, when my soul was full,
Gaze your sweet features, and I'm missing
my extasy when heart is cool.
My love, I gaze thee like in dreaming,
like after age, when we're apart,
and here I hear my inner screaming,
it doesn't die within my heart...
It more than memory, I know it,
Life talks again, it's not enough,
Your fascination's same, I love it,
And in my heart the same is love!
1870
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Fyodor Tyutchev
I am in awe of enticing extasy,
so much so that my name wither's,
sat in the sun too long,
beating down the strokes of my heart.
Thee Forever Sun
yonder to Thee, is thy teathening, of thuss, what is yonder to thy blissfull awakening.
Thy Gather fore, love is creating the sky, colors of majesty glicening beautifully.
Engaging the frost of winter still a'loom over tonight's sun set, lost in thee forever-ing.
Just as love was the setting, the next rising tiss a wonder of colors, lost in extasy
HER BREATH IT BURNS UPON ME AS IF A WILDFIRE OUT OF CONTROL.SHE STARES AT ME WITH WANTING EYES THAT PIERCE STRAIGHT THRU MY SOUL.ONE KISS UPON HER SUPPLE LIPS MY SENCE'S GO ON HIGH.SHE FULFILLS MY EVERY FANTASY AS WE MAKE LOVE ALL NIGHT.WITH HER EVERY TOUCH MY BODY TREMBLES.WITH HER EVERY KISS MY HEART IT POUNDS.SHE TAKES ME TO HEIGHTS OF EXTASY THAT HERE ON EARTH JUST CAN'T BE FOUND.WELL I WISH SOMEHOW THAT I KNEW HOW TO STOP THESE HANDS OF TIME.TO STEAL THIS MOMENT FROM THIS UNIVERCE AND FOREVER MAKE IT MINE.THEN I COULD HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS FOREVER.ALL TIME ON EARTH WOULD FADE AWAY.THEN WE COULD MAKE LOVE FOR AN ETURNITY.THIS WAS MY FANTASY TODAY.
Love
You
Me
hands
tight
lips
touch
kisses
hugs
close
holding
eyes
meet
melting
breathing
dreaming
fantasizing
wishing
planning
time
fading
wainting
heart
throbbing
pounding
wanting
needing
yurning
tomorrow
comming
excitment
extasy!!
looking forward to the night
drawning my feelings in mozart
dreaming of a chance to dissolve into the music
separate body from mind'
let it free to lead through thik walls
escaping the live
becoming a new light
surrended by ordinary , seek unknown
realizing weaknessess for the desire of higher experiences
unable to go on without the trill of extasy
powerless creature
made by mistake
without the clue of what is to become
looking for signs
loosing the sight
darkness
covers the space
hours stand still
hopless
calendar turns pages
waves move the sand
only space made of both...
dark , light , solid and still
unpatient , calm
full of knowledge
untouched by aging
staring won't solve it
waiting ..
looking into...
drawning...
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