Though your mischievous eyebrows
Give Ты a singular air,
Not that of an angel,
Sorceress with Siren's eyes,
I adore you, my madcap,
My ineffable passion!
With the pious devotion
Of a priest for his idol.
Your stiff tresses are scented
With the desert and forest,
Your head assumes the poses
Of the enigma and key.
Perfume lingers about your flesh
Like incense about a censer,
Ты charm like the evening,
Tenebrous, passionate nymph.
Ah! the most potent philtres
Are weaker than your languor,
And Ты know the caresses
That make the dead live again !
Your haunches are enamored
Of your back and your bosom
And Ты delight the cushions
With your languorous poses.
Sometimes, to alleviate
Your mysterious passion,
Ты lavish, resolutely,
Your bites and your kisses,
Ты tear me open, dark beauty,
With derisive laughter,
And then look at my heart
With eyes as soft as moonlight
Under your satin slippers,
Under your dear silken feet,
I place all my happiness,
My genius and destiny,
My soul brought to life by you
By your clear light and color,
Explosion of heat
In my dark Siberia !
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Chanson d'Après-midi
Quoique tes sourcils méchants
Te donnent un air étrange
Qui n'est pas celui d'un ange,
Sorcière aux yeux alléchants,
Je t'adore, ô ma frivole,
Ma terrible passion!
Avec la dévotion
Du prêtre pour son idole.
Le désert et la forêt
Embaument tes tresses rudes,
Ta tête a les attitudes
De l'énigme et du secret.
Sur ta chair le parfum rôde
Comme autour d'un encensoir,
Tu charmes comme le soir
Nymphe ténébreuse et chaude.
Ah! les philtres les plus forts
Ne valent pas ta paresse,
Et tu connais la caresse
Ou fait revivre les morts !
Tes hanches sont amoureuses
De ton dos et de tes seins,
Et tu ravis les coussins
Par tes poses langoureuses.
Quelquefois, pour apaiser
Ta rage mystérieuse,
Tu prodigues, sérieuse,
La morsure et le baiser,
Tu me déchires, ma brune,
Avec un rire moqueur,
Et puis tu mets sur mon coeur
Ton oeil doux comme la lune.
Sous tes souliers de satin,
Sous tes charmants pieds de soie
Moi, je mets ma grande joie,
Mon génie et mon destin,
Mon âme par toi guérie,
Par toi, lumière et couleur !
Explosion de chaleur
Dans ma noire Sibérie !
Give Ты a singular air,
Not that of an angel,
Sorceress with Siren's eyes,
I adore you, my madcap,
My ineffable passion!
With the pious devotion
Of a priest for his idol.
Your stiff tresses are scented
With the desert and forest,
Your head assumes the poses
Of the enigma and key.
Perfume lingers about your flesh
Like incense about a censer,
Ты charm like the evening,
Tenebrous, passionate nymph.
Ah! the most potent philtres
Are weaker than your languor,
And Ты know the caresses
That make the dead live again !
Your haunches are enamored
Of your back and your bosom
And Ты delight the cushions
With your languorous poses.
Sometimes, to alleviate
Your mysterious passion,
Ты lavish, resolutely,
Your bites and your kisses,
Ты tear me open, dark beauty,
With derisive laughter,
And then look at my heart
With eyes as soft as moonlight
Under your satin slippers,
Under your dear silken feet,
I place all my happiness,
My genius and destiny,
My soul brought to life by you
By your clear light and color,
Explosion of heat
In my dark Siberia !
*************************************************
Chanson d'Après-midi
Quoique tes sourcils méchants
Te donnent un air étrange
Qui n'est pas celui d'un ange,
Sorcière aux yeux alléchants,
Je t'adore, ô ma frivole,
Ma terrible passion!
Avec la dévotion
Du prêtre pour son idole.
Le désert et la forêt
Embaument tes tresses rudes,
Ta tête a les attitudes
De l'énigme et du secret.
Sur ta chair le parfum rôde
Comme autour d'un encensoir,
Tu charmes comme le soir
Nymphe ténébreuse et chaude.
Ah! les philtres les plus forts
Ne valent pas ta paresse,
Et tu connais la caresse
Ou fait revivre les morts !
Tes hanches sont amoureuses
De ton dos et de tes seins,
Et tu ravis les coussins
Par tes poses langoureuses.
Quelquefois, pour apaiser
Ta rage mystérieuse,
Tu prodigues, sérieuse,
La morsure et le baiser,
Tu me déchires, ma brune,
Avec un rire moqueur,
Et puis tu mets sur mon coeur
Ton oeil doux comme la lune.
Sous tes souliers de satin,
Sous tes charmants pieds de soie
Moi, je mets ma grande joie,
Mon génie et mon destin,
Mon âme par toi guérie,
Par toi, lumière et couleur !
Explosion de chaleur
Dans ma noire Sibérie !
sorry for hateing you
sorry for everything
wish i could retrace my steps that day
now your gone moved away
i wish i could stand face to face with you
and say sorry for hurting Ты sorry for everything ive done
i hope your not dead i hope your alive if Ты are hear Чтение this my friend im sorry so sorry
i understand my friend if Ты will not forgive me i chose to be mad at Ты when Ты tried to apolagize
just know this Друзья are forever
i will keep Ты in my head if i forget ill still have Ты in my heart
and hopefully Ты will keep me in yours now your gone Ты wont see me but Ты have raised me up higher than the mountains
youve raised me up to еще then i can be
i was strong when i was on your sholders
i am sorry carolyn kellar for what has happend
sorry for everything
wish i could retrace my steps that day
now your gone moved away
i wish i could stand face to face with you
and say sorry for hurting Ты sorry for everything ive done
i hope your not dead i hope your alive if Ты are hear Чтение this my friend im sorry so sorry
i understand my friend if Ты will not forgive me i chose to be mad at Ты when Ты tried to apolagize
just know this Друзья are forever
i will keep Ты in my head if i forget ill still have Ты in my heart
and hopefully Ты will keep me in yours now your gone Ты wont see me but Ты have raised me up higher than the mountains
youve raised me up to еще then i can be
i was strong when i was on your sholders
i am sorry carolyn kellar for what has happend
I Переместить a hundred steps
to fix my pace
but all your love
inflicts my grace
falling
running
trying to get clean
but the confort
your love
it captures me
I Переместить behind the lines
to hide from the new
to hide from from addiction
to hide from you
falling
running
trying to hide
but the meledy
the sound
it drags me back
I Переместить between the beats
to cover my sins
but everytime your near me
The bottle of джин slowly didapears
falling
falling
sweeter than life
your Любовь is a drug
your Любовь is my high
to fix my pace
but all your love
inflicts my grace
falling
running
trying to get clean
but the confort
your love
it captures me
I Переместить behind the lines
to hide from the new
to hide from from addiction
to hide from you
falling
running
trying to hide
but the meledy
the sound
it drags me back
I Переместить between the beats
to cover my sins
but everytime your near me
The bottle of джин slowly didapears
falling
falling
sweeter than life
your Любовь is a drug
your Любовь is my high
As life flutters by on Angel's wings
The wind whips my hair as I ride through the desolite night sky
My сердце leaps with joy, and drowns wih sorrow
I'm falling down... farther into the abyss
I grab on to a passing Angel's wings
It's my Angel
I stil fall
Unable to let go of My Angel
My Angel, He's broken
Drowning his sorrows in pain
His pain in sorrows
He has seen this unperfect world
Wanting to fix it, trying to fix it
It crushed his soul, broke his spirit
I have seen this world as he has seen it
It broke me too
And we plumet together
Streatched to our braking points
As life fluters by on Angel's wings
The wind whips my hair as I ride through the desolite night sky
My сердце leaps with joy, and drowns wih sorrow
I'm falling down... farther into the abyss
I grab on to a passing Angel's wings
It's my Angel
I stil fall
Unable to let go of My Angel
My Angel, He's broken
Drowning his sorrows in pain
His pain in sorrows
He has seen this unperfect world
Wanting to fix it, trying to fix it
It crushed his soul, broke his spirit
I have seen this world as he has seen it
It broke me too
And we plumet together
Streatched to our braking points
As life fluters by on Angel's wings
Whitman
I have perceiv’d that to be
With those i like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest
At evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful,
Curious, breathing,
Laughing flesh is enough…
I do not ask any еще delight,
I swim in it as in a sea.
There is something in staying close
To men and women and looking on them,
And in the contact and odor of them,
That pleases the soul well,
All things please the soul,
But these please the soul well.
* * * * * * *
Live high, live mighty, live righteously, taking it easy [Jason Mraz]
Smile wider, look closer, and think broader [Blend Apparel]
--- LivHILuvAlwaiz♥jj9
describes him best.
Dark,
just like his world is.
Dark,
just like his eyes.
And yet,
Ты should take a good look
before Ты touch it.
Ты may be hurt
if Ты don’t watch closely.
Rose is so gentle,
isn’t it?
So be careful,
Ты might be hurt.
Careful what Ты wish,
think twice first.
The petals are so soft
and sensitive,
Ты should know what
you’re indulge.
The black rose is apart,
she’s unique,
just like he is...
Nobody can see
the world he created.
He’s fearless,
but he feels.
He’s cold,
but he listens.
He’s mysterious,
but caring.
He understands,
but no longer cares.
He’s empty,
but awake.
He’s lonely,
but he knows...
Without a goal
Ты don’t live,
Ты just watch
your life fading,
without Любовь
you’re so empty,
without understanding,
you’re still there,
in the world of your own.
Raised by wild animals
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he Любовь me? Does he know what Любовь is?"
My Друзья and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, Виктория-победительница yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
или just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he Любовь me? Does he know what Любовь is?"
My Друзья and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, Виктория-победительница yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
или just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.
Poem About Criss Angel:
Your illusions make me nervous sometimes
Dangerous emotions in your soul
Ты always push the envelope
Very dangerous and attractive
Ты have never scared me
Wee little girls scream in fear when Ты remove quarters from your arm using a knife, или cutting yourself in half
I don't scream
I marvel in the beauty
I know Ты will survive
I can tell in your hypnotizing amber eyes
Beautiful inside and out
Children look up to you
You're generosity towards the less fortunate are so sweet
Your imagination is wild and amazing
Ты amaze me
I hate that others can't see
What a great person Ты really are
I know how Ты feel
I am too very dark and mysterious
So everyday I feel Храбрая сердцем and creative
Because Ты inspire me
Your illusions make me nervous sometimes
Dangerous emotions in your soul
Ты always push the envelope
Very dangerous and attractive
Ты have never scared me
Wee little girls scream in fear when Ты remove quarters from your arm using a knife, или cutting yourself in half
I don't scream
I marvel in the beauty
I know Ты will survive
I can tell in your hypnotizing amber eyes
Beautiful inside and out
Children look up to you
You're generosity towards the less fortunate are so sweet
Your imagination is wild and amazing
Ты amaze me
I hate that others can't see
What a great person Ты really are
I know how Ты feel
I am too very dark and mysterious
So everyday I feel Храбрая сердцем and creative
Because Ты inspire me
Ты devastate this land of mine,
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.
On this field of my innosence
Ты took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.
But yours,
Ты grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
Ты украл, палантин water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.
On this field of my innosence
Ты took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.
But yours,
Ты grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
Ты украл, палантин water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
A woman's life is a rose.
Each petal containing a portion of life.
The diligent journey wil be perfect.
As Ты live, your rose grows weaker.
Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.
The many years yearning for unity has ceased.
The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.
God will welcome Ты with kindly eyes.
Your sacred rose will live on.
A woman's life is a rose.
By: Arylynn10
and it сказал(-а) it has to be longer to be an Статья so, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah
Each petal containing a portion of life.
The diligent journey wil be perfect.
As Ты live, your rose grows weaker.
Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.
The many years yearning for unity has ceased.
The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.
God will welcome Ты with kindly eyes.
Your sacred rose will live on.
A woman's life is a rose.
By: Arylynn10
and it сказал(-а) it has to be longer to be an Статья so, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah
Любовь felt like a warm cookie.
But as Ты can see,
It wasn't like that as much to me..
It was just black, like his soul..
I noticed how he сказал(-а) 'hot',
Instead of calling me beautiful.
He gave me hugs,
But it wasn't enough.
I thought he felt our Любовь was like a drug,
But I was wrong.
He thought it was just all about kisses and
Thinkin' about sex.
He even talked about his old ex.
Любовь is poison..
I asked him if he loved me,
But he сказал(-а) 'Yea' instead of
'I Любовь Ты еще than anything'.
That hurt to hear сказал(-а) be..
Любовь is poison..
I guess all that hugs and kisses were a lie.
But why?
Did he think it's better if I die?
I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say the truth,
Just a lie..
Любовь is poison..
But as Ты can see,
It wasn't like that as much to me..
It was just black, like his soul..
I noticed how he сказал(-а) 'hot',
Instead of calling me beautiful.
He gave me hugs,
But it wasn't enough.
I thought he felt our Любовь was like a drug,
But I was wrong.
He thought it was just all about kisses and
Thinkin' about sex.
He even talked about his old ex.
Любовь is poison..
I asked him if he loved me,
But he сказал(-а) 'Yea' instead of
'I Любовь Ты еще than anything'.
That hurt to hear сказал(-а) be..
Любовь is poison..
I guess all that hugs and kisses were a lie.
But why?
Did he think it's better if I die?
I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say the truth,
Just a lie..
Любовь is poison..
In the tremors of despair
Ты see your life's fading away.
Now it seems like you've always known
that life Ты have will always be the path of thorns,
You've seen it, oh, Ты have seen it long ago
In the depths of your eyes.
Dark has never been so silent,
While the steps of death are too loud,
So dreadful for the hope that Истекает slowly.
These moments of sorrow extinguished you,
Harrowing your mind, only the dark were there,
Misery and lonely death were calling your name.
Why is death so painful for others,
Yours has always been present,
In your thoughts, In your absence,
In this sadnees, in despair.
Your being is wrapped by blackness,
into the depths of your tainted mind
it took roots, crawling inside,
feeding with the fears that are buried
into nothingness ( the depth of your eyes).
Ты see your life's fading away.
Now it seems like you've always known
that life Ты have will always be the path of thorns,
You've seen it, oh, Ты have seen it long ago
In the depths of your eyes.
Dark has never been so silent,
While the steps of death are too loud,
So dreadful for the hope that Истекает slowly.
These moments of sorrow extinguished you,
Harrowing your mind, only the dark were there,
Misery and lonely death were calling your name.
Why is death so painful for others,
Yours has always been present,
In your thoughts, In your absence,
In this sadnees, in despair.
Your being is wrapped by blackness,
into the depths of your tainted mind
it took roots, crawling inside,
feeding with the fears that are buried
into nothingness ( the depth of your eyes).