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The glass of wine is full, and from the open window
A breeze is coming with the quiet steps.
I'm dizzy, but not much, just very little,
And not from wine, but from your eyes, I guess.

I'll kiss your lips... And you, despite the distance,
Will feel the wine and mints. It'll wake you up,
Confusing, whether dreams or an existence
Filled you with happiness and caused your heart to pump.

What is it? Love, or overwhelming passion,
That keeps me widely awake at night?
But, anyhow, I know, the same intentions
You get when read, as those with which I write.

We'll meet... Because It's just may not be otherwise
I'll find you with closed eyes in darkness
I'll kiss your lips one hundred thousand times
And make you cry from happiness and hotness.

April 2010