777 (ORIGINAL POEM)

With every day, your Sundown, maybe is the last,
your life story will end, one day, in which you cast ...
Everything has its uprising and it is so sad - downfall,
sometimes you feel so tall, then again so small ...
With seven hundred and seventy-seven ways I love,
my angel, I send prayers for you, to the God above ...
With your deeds you will be closer to h**l or to heaven,
her sacred number is seven hundred and seventy-seven ...
She is always talking about that - her sacred number,
I would love to listen, all the time, but I have to slumber ...
But, before I fall into asleep, give me your - the sweetest kiss,
just want to be dreaming my dreams with blessing - bliss ...