Lines to me for the 45th birthday

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Sometime holidays stopped.
In a time when already
more than 1000 dreams
remotely 
From the child time
Had passed.
How much I would have to act
To make now dreams true?
In this time
Where longings die too easily,
Where the word becomes love the farce
Only loyalty still counts.
Colder the wind blows,
One also hardly feels a light, warm breeze
Because the soul freezes.
I look after and maintain my new mood
Flee over and over again
Before myself
To return
In the arms of my "gentle" lover.
SOFTLY.
Softly I would have you with pleasure.
But as you are
If you feel well for me - only for me -
The other would be too unpredictable
too mysteriously for me,
I would be afraid only to lose him.
However, we resemble each other
Distribute
Give to us nothing (in the good like in the bad person!)
If I am with you
If I feel sure
And my soul does not start to freeze.
With the other I would be constantly in the doubt
I do not need this...