Hello my love xxx. I'm fine. How there has passed your day? I would not like to tell to you my dream which to me to dream.
I saw us with you in my dream. I saw your house, you. It was a magic dream. Only in a dream I can be with you. To us it was very good together.
We stood keeping for hands, and round us was nobody. It was very silent and intimate. Sang only birds and the wind rustled. It blew in my hair and excited our consciousness.
Air was pure and transparent. We being in this place were happy. We smothering were as though a part of this magnificence. We stood keeping for hands and looked each other in the face.
To all to it, singing of birds caress our hearing, a wind gave ease to our feelings, the aroma of flowers and trees got to us into subconsciousness and resulted our reason in easy euphoria.
But I could not on what to pay attention except you. You were irresistible I were blind from your look. Your eyes have as though paralysed me. From pleasure I have closed eyes.
I have opened eyes from that that your lips have touched my lips. You have kissed me. It was so pleasantly, that I was ready to be dissolved in this kiss.
My heart began to fight quickly, it seemed will not sustain. From it I have opened eyes and have understood that it is a dream. As though I to want what this dream never came to an end.
Then I long laid and tried to present once again myself there, in a dream. Now when I to close eyes I to try to imagine myself in that dream. But it only a dream as it is a pity.
A reality always not such what we would want that it was. But it is our reality and we in it to live. I am happy that my mum to present to me a life.
We smiths of the happiness and I am intended to make the life happy. But my life will be happy only if you is with me.
I so am inspired love and this dream. I to wish to write for you a verse.
In yours to the house the star is shone,
Plays month a window.
And the light instant hastens is
In your deep sweet dream.
I as if the thief of soul innocent,
The midnight wind will appear,
Having flown through a window of a drawing room,
To your drawing room I will make the way.
I will be warm Sunday
Body surface to kiss.
It is tormented joyful confusion,
You not safely to warm.
And you will inhale also a breast will fill,
Also there are we with you one,
And in the morning even a dream you will not recollect,
Where I was with you one.
Thanks for that that you are. My heart with you.
I to wish you all the most good. And let to dream you the magic dream.
Yours Anastasiya