Like angels with bright savage eyes I will come treading phantom-wise Hither where thou art wont to sleep, Amid the shadows hollow and deep. And I will give thee, my dark one, Kisses as icy as the moon, Caresses as of snakes that crawl In circles round a cistern's wall. When morning shows its livid face There will be no-one in my place, And a strange cold will settle here Others, not knowing what thou art, May think to reign upon thy heart With tenderness; I trust to fear. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |