And with every morning... A message is ready for you... And the birth of poem... Start its labor pains... Nighty... Within raging feelings... With you it is drawn... From the sparkle of the stars... And the smile of the moon... Until the letters struggle... For the words of longing... To follow one another... And the lines... Line up announcing... For the birth of a poem... Which it... Beautiful and feminine... Befitting your beauty... And the size of love... That hidden into my heart... For you my love... To fly with the first ray of dawn... On the wing of the bird... To you... To announce about new poem... Just born... And its title... Is you...