Love Story

Михаил Метляев
They met each other on the river bank
In early summer morning.
She was so beautiful and young.
He was so strong his laugh was like a roaring.

He dreamed that there will be a rock star
And trip around the world by sparkling « Indian».
She loved a dolls, pret-a-porter and yellow cars
And she was going to promote World Fashion TV.

Invited to drink, he filled up her glass,
He told short toast, then next.
She fed him from her hand with sweets,
And then… and then they had a sex.

They had a wedding, hundred guests and gifts
And flowers of the bride flew up so high.
Hopes came to real and expectations shifts.
Days passed by, years passed by…

They have three children, dog and cat in small apartment.
She has hard work in afternoon and dirty ware.
He has cold beer, complains to our bad government
And bike in garage waiting for repair...

Time is illusive like a ghost, their life approaches to peak.
She became a fatty monster, he became an old drunk freak.