You have right to be angry with me
An essence of me, indeed it is you.
You belong to no one, but to me
Light of my life, believe me it is you.
The heaven has right to wrap blue ocean
Bees have right to suck flower-sweetness.
Life has right over your own motion
The charity has right over its greatness.
Your face turns bright and red with anger
It is incredible sight like golden dawn
I preserve it as joyful moment of temper
My love dissolves deep inside your bone.