A girl speaks
Every time you kissed me,just as often you lovedand indulgedmy whims,my follies…Forgivable (I believe)for us young ones.The breezy kisseswaft awayoutside the glass world.I am well aware:you didn't take me for a “Pitigonë”;otherwise…we would never have made itto our wedding.
Ah; how I would not wish, to leave myself cause to repent; otherwise the tears of the heart would quiver with lament. Having as an idol the purity of a tear, let us both…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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