Your words as if a warm downpour which gives a life to a bright red rose which lives only pending your words.
I blossom, as a fine rose in your gentle hands, and I feel a flame of your passionate lips.
You give pleasure to my soul, and you own this soul. Your words always find a way to my heart which wishes to touch you.
Look in the windows and look, as the infinite sky gives us today the dazzling sun and pleasure.
My soul is filled with its magic light, and light of hope and inspiration gives me new fine sensations.
The infinite sea of fires and caress, the boundless sea of rest and bright paints of the love which has sunk in this sea which with a gentle rain falls on your fine head, embraces your body tired of terrestrial cares.
The wind will carry away clouds and a rain, but love and tenderness remains in your soul and when will not leave it to please you always.
The sky covers us a warm blanket of trust and hope, the sky carries away our grief in a distance, there, where the ocean of light breaks all shadows, and the world is shone by magic fire, and we shall bathe on this fire, and gold shine of pleasure when will not leave from our leather Inhale this air which was filled with aroma of a years rain and a furious thunder-storm which has broken this sky, and its magic pieces I could catch the hands, I have collected them for you that you could bring in the house and in your house more when there will be no the darkness eating warmly and hope of our hearts.
And I asked the sky that it has transferred you whisper of my heart, my pleasure and good mood.
I have asked a wind that it has sent to you clouds in which all tenderness and passion of the boundless sky is stored, and I have kissed a wind that it could transfer you this kiss of my gentle lips which have told to you about my light day.
I hope, that my light and beautiful day becomes your day in which for you any more there will be no grief and pains.
Accept my pleasure and a kiss.

P.s.: Dr. Marina From Russia