I wanna be Venitian gondolier – poetry and fine art. Александр Глухов

            Am I too much in love with thee

      Tonight will light a light for me

      We might be happy in affection

      And living our lives apart, alack

      A beauty passion – let it be

      Yet heart is longing for ye much

            Whether before or after

      We met each other in the past

      I feel befuddled by the kiss

      I seek for pleasure every day

      I won’t aspire after glory

      I’d got a craving for a vision

           Such pleasant thing to me befell

      I’ve got perfection – perfect kiss

      Across the lea I ran with breeze

      And night is nighing – come to me

      Alack a day – the morning light

      We have a jinx on you and me

           I must proclaim the morning nigh

      The snow is melting I shall fly

      With slow pace with leisured step

      All over and over again I play

      But lost the bet with you today

      With ardent hope – gone away

           We are no fathoms deep in love

      So lots and lots of dream of you

      Omnium gatherum in feelings

      Be on it to be one and only

      Do play a waiting game like me

      Take fancy, keep the breath with I

           Let dance with breeze

      And tightly hug a dream

      The trees so quiet lonely

      And how long without ye

      With many pensive voices

      We go back to past apart

            We will be late to see this happy

      You have invited me to thee

      Yet I am feel a cruel deprivation

      I won’t bear the loss of ye

      However we feel love so keenly

      But light is not attached to me

           Quaint way of thinking only real

      Unleash the heat of youth desire

      Bold flames of sunset with a kiss

      And seethe with much of fire

      Yet wanna get the craving rage

      I sentenced you dream of me

           Waft me from day into the night

      I’ve seen coy smile on your lips

      And light of life depends on ye

      Yet on a night – a whiff of glee

      Under the stars – a dream of ye

      But can be of no kiss with thee

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