The blind love makes one do, some stupid things,
It gives him the feeling of flying without wings!
To the tune of sweet love, as the fallen one swings,
He gets only pleasure, even on harshest of stings!
On a slim thread of hope, as the dear life clings,
Only the fallen knows, what joy to him it brings!
As his heart becomes bound by invisible strings,
He becomes slave.. to the beloved's feelings!
As he longs for those moments of the special meetings,
Nothing can stop him, not even thorny beatings!
As the love-tales have no ends... only beginnings,
He loses his life but... takes all the winnings!
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It gives him the feeling of flying without wings!
To the tune of sweet love, as the fallen one swings,
He gets only pleasure, even on harshest of stings!
On a slim thread of hope, as the dear life clings,
Only the fallen knows, what joy to him it brings!
As his heart becomes bound by invisible strings,
He becomes slave.. to the beloved's feelings!
As he longs for those moments of the special meetings,
Nothing can stop him, not even thorny beatings!
As the love-tales have no ends... only beginnings,
He loses his life but... takes all the winnings!
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