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Work, everyday life and a heap of everyday Affairs,

The flow of people, care and a lot of ideas,

And meetings, trainings, and just a mess,

And there’s no time for the delicate of all passions.

And then one day she got a gentle look,

I enjoyed and read one of her,

And began to him like sweet poison,

He forced meek soul of so to believe.

She flew into the sky and flew in the clouds,

I learned happiness, bliss, kindness and tenderness,

Loved the heart, was calling for his from afar,

And plunged fleetly as if in eternity.

And she liked everything and enjoyed forever,

From now on, day by day she lived in dreams,

And not afraid of their feelings and not shy about,

She adored my reflection in his eyes.