Love, my angel. There is none like you-
Sweet symphonies played all night long,
the night I held onto you.
Lubov, angel of my hearts only desire-
I stink of love for you,
as if my soul was on fire.
Love of all loves whom I cherish with my life-
I can taste you on my lips,
Sharp as the cutting edge of a knife.
Lubov, on your soapbox with your crown and flowers-
I can see now,
You’re the woman of the hour-
And into the weeks and years that will pass-
I'm lucky for holding you last night,
a feeling that will always last.
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