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My Christina-tenderness and joy,

And a bright ray of light in the middle of the night,

Like you came out of a blooming garden,

And with bated breath, look at the eyes.

My soul flies straight into the sky,

Spreading my wings, I fly up,

And all year round me like a warm summer,

And my heart beats and breaks the silence.

Catch your breath, favorite words,

Breathe in the grace, the warmth of the heart,

From feelings long ago, my head is spinning,

Your presence in our soul light.

I love you madly, wondrous creature,

My piece of Paradise, a rare Orchid,

From feel I will lose consciousness,

I fly to you like a bird, trembling and mleya…