River owns the fame

that few times, when I saw your eyes...
took your hands...
all that time...
i just want you to be mine.
three, nine, four, you are so far, you are so close in my head, you are so blameless, you give me hope, you give me sense...
river ows the fame...
leave me beside...
let me stay...
I am nothing for you, only instant, jack-strew, nonentity...
you are not ideal, you are not pure, you do not see me, you look through,the other one is by your side, but not quite close to you...
I hope...
take me away...
clasp me to yourself...
take my hairs, take my freedom...
I drop down on my knees...
decide...
let me pray for our future and believe that everything will be so...
take me, my river...
these fame is yours... [bad word] it...easier not to bother...
not to be weak...