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Desire

Beauty hurts...

the moment flies away,

on the Unkown wings of dream.

I cannot catch

eternity in a blinking

of tired eyelashes...

The light blinds me...

I desire maddenningly

to feel your powerful arms

embracing me to the waist...

In the game of love,

in the holy fire,

enchained like

some blue flames,

shall we melt into one another

unendingly.