Ah!
Ah, but I am cold,
Squeeze me in your arms,
Not to be alone …

With this terrible
Suffering
Which burns me …

I can not think
Of anything else …

Angels-thougts
Going captive
In a smile …

Yes!
Deceiver,
But so well …
So almost near me
No one can be …

Your skin
smelling of dates …

Your lips
Biting my speech,
So hardly
And near
Anyone can be.