To the person, who lately pop out in my mind
Here I write the deepest sound of my heartbeat,
in simple words.
You are the night,
With a moon as your eyes, and stars as your soul.
It was, and still beautiful. Everything is dark, but I still can see your hazel eyes.
You are the silence,
That without saying any words, I understand.
Everything seems quiet,
But I can feel your heartbeat. So you do.
Our eyes closed, but we still can find each other.
To the soon, emerald of my heart,
the one and only, who conquered the soul of mine.
All of the dozen days,
Monday to Sunday are just quite the same,
but you put a hundred color inside, by yourself as the palette.
And if you was a mistake,
I'll happily repeat the same thing again without any doubt,
And it would be, definitely you, again.
And again.
—Does into you need grammars?
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