2015. április 2., csütörtök

Fedor Tutchev: I love your dear eyes

I love your dear eyes, my friend, 
With their play so bright and wondrous,
When you promptly rise them, and,
Like with a lightning in the wildness,
Embrace at once the whole land.

But there's more fabulous attraction:
The eyes directed to the floor
During the crazy osculation, 
And through the lashes, set before,
The dusk and gloomy flame of passion.

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