Ah!
Ah, but I am cold,
Squeeze me in your arms,
Not to be alone ...

With this terrible
Suffering
Which burns me ...

I can not think
Of anything else ...


Angels-thougts
Going captive
In a smile ...


Yes!
Deceiver,
But so well ...
So almost near me
No one can be ...

Your skin
smelling of dates ...

Your lips
Biting my speech,
So hardly
And near
Anyone can be.