Our love

The first steps towards - history,
Taste nesma clunk, a longtime,
Never... Never with you.,
I will not forget the flowering peonies,
In the arms of a fragrant wound

Whispering quiet words-my confessions,
The words heady, sweet, gentle,
Like for the first time, like for the last time,
Bloomed, in it our love,
Such pure and yet sinful