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Your love is so unbridled and so beautiful,

It stirs the blood and breaks the heart,

Sometimes sad, but often happy, playful,

And there is no such beauty in the world.

Your eyes fill with awe and grace,

Fly you constantly meet with new force,

You are my tenderness, my love, my curse,

And since then fly my angel in the sky white-winged.

Where the scarlet sun meets the dawn,

And everything is fine and the wind caresses gently on the cheek,

And every day be my sweetheart marvelous light,

And passion burns my soul in the blazing fire.

Time passes and night calls in his arms,

Me happiness had been given your couples eyes,

And then one day I suddenly come to the realization,

Slowly and steadily I’m coming out of sleep.