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Ideal Love

It is strange the way life goes on.
One day you give me some wings to fly
and sadly you brutally leave me and thus I die.
Oh, beauteous love! You know I must have died long time ago.
I must have died first time I saw your dazzling eyes
which made me feel still as ice.

How could I live lacking the sun
which is your bright smile which is my life?
My soul is cold and you burn high above,
higher than my dreams, but that’s too much!
So nothing can be done.

I dream that you are perfectly dreaming,
I live because you breathe.
I’d better try to figure out the meaning
of this black and sorrowful love which I live with.
But when I sought I was able to find nothing;
Nothing in my heart is hideous grief,
grief that kills me, grief that fits my mind as ring.

I might be terribly mad,
but, What could your voice bring but madness?
And what will your silence add to my heart?
Silence amid us is the sweetest gift of your art,
which plays softly its revenge and shuffles every card.
The game of the heart is harmful but addictive,
hence in every external grace you must have some part.

Should I let my fear pass away?
Will the pure rain wash away all my shame?
How may I manage to the far away love achieve?
Just kissing the most secret treasure kept in your lips,
which lie in you face, which lie to me in a graceful way.

I’ll never be able to either live nor my dreames reach,
‘cause once I had them all but I lost each.
I am the sand, you are the sea in a lovely beach.
You know how much this love does itch,
so please, try to heal me and give me just one kiss.

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