Like stab in the back,
Like stylet in merciful palm...
I felt in my bones:
‘twas you. My white flag
Was flown - worn out and darned.
My heart was scared, pounding hard.
Could scarcely give you a glimpse.
Your tender embrace dispelled my guards –
My solitude, fear and dreadful dreams.
Let bygones be bygones and let it be,
I give you my soul, myself,
The whole night is scarce for me,
My passion’s like long-expected theft.
We’ll hide away from curious eyes
We’ll start the prettiest game,
We’ll feel anew all tightening ties
And rub the fire again and again!