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Enchanting and demure

Why must you disappear?

Modesty, you are allure…

I cannot chase you clear.

Like a pendulum, I pursue you

Back and forth, you will know me

Like a gravestone, I’ll freeze in your view

Your kind gaze in a crowd will find me.

On the wall of your house I’ll engrave

A few words to express my longing.

For you presence is all that I crave,

As a guard at your door I will be haunting.

Oh, but once you turn and gaze.

Those who doubt your beauty, ignore,

It is my soul that you set a blaze,

My vitality you restore.

Сhorus:

Turn around to me my modest dove,

I want you forever to be mine!

Our time here is short my love

For eternity our souls may align.