Why I rest do not have...

Why I have no peace,
Hug again the loss of fear,
Why still heart has
Your eyes, lost in years?

I just your eyes remember
And all of life is awry.
As if expelled from Paradise.
Like behind – death.

And the touch of the hands I feel
Although it was probably a hundred years.
And touch this fire burning,
Languages on the cheek left a trail.

But the heart throbs so loudly,
Like caught in the palm of a bird.
And disappear somehow does not want
A kiss on the lips.