Beyond St. Petersburg, I saw the smile - the hearty laughter you make,
The twinkle of your exciting eyes,
The joyous movement of your slim frame,
The pert, the thrill, the girl.
My demons circled and dove,
Turned upside down,
Grounded,
Landed,
Flew back,
Lost their wings and fangs and all.
Beyond the Orient Express
In ' morrow,
I must seek to behold your beauty once more,
To peek at the earthy tone of the skin,
The auburn hair,
The generous lips,
The wondrous smile your eyes and mouth beget.
My angels then must return and guide my path,
Aid me well,
Bring me wealth of opportune times
That lead to heaven-like happiness.
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