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Your eyes are oceans,

I'm drowning in them without fear.,

After all, in their depths

I'm learning to breathe.

Love doesn't scream,

It whispers like spring —

it opens like a flower,

soft as your smile.

When the night gets heavy,

your voice is my light,

a quiet promise

that I'm not alone.

I touched your hand,

and the world slowed down.

Even the silence

It became a love song.

In the quiet of the evening peace

I hear your ringing whisper.

And my whole world is a different fate. —

Filled with you alone.

If spring forgets to come,

I'll wait anyway.

After all, your gaze is

my eternal April.

In the rain

I was looking for shelter.

But every drop

whispered your name.

Love is not fire.

She's a little light in the window.

Fragile, warm,

but leading home.

Your name is

like morning dew:

invisible,

but everything around you lives by it.

We stood under the streetlight in silence.

But the heart is louder

than any phrase.

I'm walking down a street

full of passersby.

But

my eyes are only looking for you.

I wanted to say a thousand words,

but your smile

silenced them.

If it were possible to

save a moment,

I would choose the

one where you look at me.

Train station, crowd,

separation is near.

But your hand is in mine

, and the world is still whole.

Love

is a step into the darkness,

where only your light

leads me on.

I dreamed of happiness,

but I found you.

And I understood:

It's the same thing.

You're my sun on a sultry afternoon.,

You're burning worse than the heat.

And if the heart suddenly gets cold —

You will revive him, spark.

We danced under the moon,

Like two fires, like two waves.

And even at night,

Burning up in the dance – me and you.

You are the flame of a candle

flickering in the wind.

But if you go

out, my world will go out.

The wine in the glass is bitter.,

Until I touch your lips.

Then even the night

becomes sweet.

The moon is hanging over the square,

bright as your soul.

I sing for her,

but only you can hear.

Your eyes are

two black olive orchards

where

my secret sins hide.

Love is like a rose,

it pricks and burns.

But for you

I'll hug her thorns

I'm afraid of losing you,

like a song without words,

like a dance without music,

like life without the sun.

Wine intoxicates for an hour,

and your smile is forever.

I drink it with my eyes

every day.

I'll steal the

quietest stars from the night

to give you

instead

of words…

I'm ready to get burned

if it's your fire.

Let my heart burn,