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Get, darling, my hands closer
And in linden page footbridge leads!
I will not hesitate to go up,
While all around the lightning glow met.

Get, darling, my hands closely,
Linden trail we underfoot bloom,
And through the flame arcs Trejdeviņi
We love to make it go.

Love, mirdzinošā love, honor my youth, my age walking stick. . .

as one heart
Able to gain over the years,
It is worth going all his life,
However, it would be difficult \'.

arithmetic of love one plus one is everything, but one minus one is nothing.

I love you because you are more than capable of any faith, you have encouraged me to become good and that you\'ve done more than any supposed destiny, to make me happy.

remains muteness. It remains a strange tenderness.
Not that anything he wants, not something requires.
Flower and silent night turns cheek
Silent drops of dew drops.

walked to the altar, my heart was not the slightest trouble.
I felt very happy. Every dream is to find people that you love and who loves you.

It is wonderful that the husband and wife together to move forward and back jāiemīlas. It is the genuine essence of marriage - help each other to be fully human, permanent and responsible beings who did not flee from life.

Heaven numb painful countenance.
It\'s not a scar, dear, but a toy.
A place where I met you,
It will be forever enlightened.

The painful feature in the sky,
Soon the wind wash away away
Whether we stay in it,
Where both salapojām.

Love gets so lonely that two-faced, protect and respect one another.

Life is a celebration of light and love.

I celebrate his life because
Through all that to me you speak. . .

THE SUN GO

When we turn away from the sun,
Slowly discolored,
We are each other tveramies.
And the birds flew away.
We stayed, we stayed
With you alone,
You, sweetie, you, beloved,
You are my only one.

By white curls ievīties
Already within your hair looking
Departures from birds
By a white dragon.
Already the snow in my hair,
And it does not melt at all.
But for me the past is not another
Better for you.

Both birds will be back soon
With spring colors
But our hair the color of the
Never again neielāsos.
And the sun we uzsmaidīsim
With overt sadness.
You, sweetie, you, beloved,
You are my only one.

painful pleasure

Dear,
the hands cool
saglaud you hair with snow
are, where to get once estimated to be:
Life is painful pleasure.

The crime would be to throw away,
more likely to come to life sleeping;
Life is undeserved prize
Life is painful pleasure.

If only obliged to Bitter
more and more frequently longer stroke, -
feast, everyone here is requested.
Life is a painful pleasure.

Dear,
to remain in one day
passage through the ills of tension!
Nepelsim any moment:
Life is painful pleasure.

to perform his functions without love, humiliated, but love without having to have the wind flower.