May 4, 2010
While my soul was praying in the night,
I could see like in a dream my guardian angel,
Wearing clothes made of shadows and sunshine,
And above me with a smile it spread his wings;
But when I saw you in pale clothes,
Young girl full of longing and mystery,
The angel ran away from your defeated eye.
You're a demon, young girl, because only with a look
From your long eyelashes, from your big eyes
You made my angel fly frightened,
Him, my saint guardian, my faithful friend?
Or maybe!... Oh, close your long lashes,
So I can recognize your pale features,
Because you- you are him.
I could see like in a dream my guardian angel,
Wearing clothes made of shadows and sunshine,
And above me with a smile it spread his wings;
But when I saw you in pale clothes,
Young girl full of longing and mystery,
The angel ran away from your defeated eye.
You're a demon, young girl, because only with a look
From your long eyelashes, from your big eyes
You made my angel fly frightened,
Him, my saint guardian, my faithful friend?
Or maybe!... Oh, close your long lashes,
So I can recognize your pale features,
Because you- you are him.
broken roses
0 Comments:
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
