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I would send you a flower, my dear
To show you it’s spring again; There’s no need to look out of the window Or to read the news in the gazette. I would send you a blossom of light A cherry or an apple blossom or a jasmine A sensible bunch of snowdrops And a little bit of joy. But I’m shy and unmanly For such a hard proof. I would send you a flower, my dear But I’m afraid I won’t be able to. I would like to shout it loud To hear yourself I love you But, when I’m next to you I don’t know how but I am mute. I animate myself to tell you clearly But I still play around with words How beautiful words I would tell you If I wouldn’t be so childish. I woke up wishing to tell you something And wishing to tell you something, I grimace I look at you and tell you nothing And this is why you think I’m dolt. I don’t even know why I am so scared What could you do? Be deaf To my inner fire inside my words And serenely you could refuse. But then everything will disappear My dream of you will be so empty Let me dream you always Because it’s better state for me. I dream you as the Celtic princess Silver fish lively jump in our boat; When oaring on an endless delta The love for you takes me high like the vodka. Let’s elope in the world Come on, descend when I’m calling you Take on your shoulders my love for you And a cashmere sweater because it is cold. I’ll enthrall you with unmeasured gold And rings on your fingers I’ll set To see yourself how much I care And why your fingers have such weight. You’re so dear to me, but you don’t even know That from the shadows I shamefaced love Though from now on I’ll tell it to the world And I will e-mail it to you on internet. I can’t stand to know you are so far, I love you even now when I am writing…. My dear, I would send you a flower Until all these won’t be too late. 2 mai 2007
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