Nikolai Mikhailovich Languages. (№ 282121)

Who will get it,
Miraculous Maria?
It is for the bliss born:
Eyes like the sky, blue,
And soft pink cheeks,
And all - ready for happiness
To her seductive beckoning
Alive the thirst of lust!
Blessed is he who is the first horror shall cover
Her beauty on the bed the night
Her kiss, another kiss
And trembling, close your eyes!