You've never had
A real dream love.
Making you completely
To turn your dreams
You didn't taste
And never danced in it.
It's a dance
Holding your love
Feeling the water
Into your skin.
You've never cried
For not being a child
Even when you forgot
Into your very old
You've never screamed
In the darkness,
And you've never had
To make love
On the snow.
So, don't touch my soul,
You cannot be my king.
You didn't make me who I am.
If you really loved me,
I would never let you go.
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