I do not want to give love to my love,
But do not stop me from falling into the storm,
Every evening, I am afraid;
don't know what you mean by right love
and what is fearful about that?
There is a thunderstorm,
trick doesn't sound like love,
it sounds like manipulation
Get out of the shelter of shame, take two chins,
Let not your predicament collide
with the uneasy situation
Lets live where all the signs of love
Let stay resourceful in your heart
Do not give yourself too hopelessly
If your love is allowed you, come down.
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