Azure Space Is Aflame Up Above...

Azure space is aflame up above,

I"ve forgotten my home destination...

For the first time I"m singing of love,

For the first time I give up contention.

I was all like a desolate grove

Loving women and heavily drinking.

I don"t drink any more and don"t  love

Like I did, living fast and unthinking.

All I want is to look at the vast

Of your gold-brown eyes, and, - oh, bother! -

How I wish that, disliking your past,

You would not like to go to another!

Gentle step, graceful waist that you have!

Oh if only you wer" able to tumble

How a bully can really love,

And how he can be timid and humble!

All those pubs I would never attend,

And my poems would all be forgotten,

If you let me take hold of your hand

And your hair, the colour of autumn.

I would follow you  ever, my dove,

Be it distant or close destination...

For the first time I"m singing of love,

For the first time I give up contention.

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