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Fierce a flame blazed my love, Bright as day did glow. None will love him so well And so truly I know.! Sweet was life with him near, Ne`er was passion so strong, To my love heart and soul. I belonged, I belonged! As I waited for him Of a moon -silvered night, My heart soared and sank Like a swallow in flight. He would call me his star And my lips he would kiss; The mere touch of his hand brought true gladness to bliss. "`Tis enough that you`re near," To my love I would say. "Do not kiss me with such Wild abandon I pray! With a rapturous joy Am I filled with you near, In a fever I am, By strange fires am I seared. "Swifter courses my blood, Flushed my cheeks, bright my eye. .." He I loved was my life, With my whole heart loved I ! Alexei Koltsov 1841. Translated by Irina Zheleznova |
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