A kiss from hell

As the rumor tells us,

There were a village,

known for their high palm trees.

Only well motivated young people

would bother themselfs to climb the trees,

and enjoy the delicious dates.

With the impulsive youths hearts

We can take sheets to cover the trees

To watch the village from above

to watch the old farmer in the fields

While he kisses the wife, a kiss from hell.

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My eyes

With your proud voice

you always tell me,

that you can read in my eyes

You can see my love to you

trough my eyes

And my longing too.

The yearning nights to meet you

are to be found in my eyes!

While the tears of loneliness

Filling my eyes with fear

of losing you!

Can you see,

My dispersed thoughts

Whenever you break up

the limits of my jealousy.

Break the habit,

and show me How

to control the jealousy

that you've costed me.

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