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The autumn evening washed off paints being colored

In a transparent window's mirror

And we were made our empty masks to zero:

The soul was naked discovered…

But if it all is tritely pretty

What is passion, say

Are lips' desired mystery essentiality

What are hands' warm and power, dear anyway

And this attraction's magic,

And eyes' Inviting lights,

First moment of convergence is so fragile?! —

Hurry, come to me to finite!

Love will open arms for us:

Try on the dress of honey thus!

I can't compound these «You» and «you»:

To say to You just «you» I do not dare again,

And if I say, that moment I will rue —

How did I dare!? How could I answer back You then?!

You are on pedestal for me all time

I see you as a woman on the Earth upbeat…

You were hugging me today and that's not crime,

And you were giving me your feelings heat!

That's I'm bewitched by You, I guess

And that was you who did awake my passion…

And I'm commanded by your power too much passing,

My tenderness to you owns just my words.

Whatever my impudent tongue will say:

I used to call you – «You» – only such way!

Is it reality or it's just dreaming,

That you are mine for now?

How couldn't I fall in love with you be beaming?!

How could I live, was knocking on another door, just how?!

Affectionateness, languor are passion's madness

At once they dragged me into swirl:

I yield your power of love, thus I have no successes,

As pilgrim, I'm at your gate, so well…

Be seeking to the holy Mecca, went to you:

In the desert of feelings I raved for you, the power…

The gift of love is given just to me as man as due:

Let drop your shrines this hour —

Let thirst me quench of love:

I cannot live without it for now!

Let's listen to each other —

You whispered quietly to me at night…

Your words, being in my soul, are gather: