‘Ti amo’, the Italians say,
excluding ego from the eternal formula.
So we do. Sunk in the light,
We can’t see ourselves
But we perfectly see each other.
You exist as a pure image
Made by my heart,
And I live as a man
Loved by you.
Our souls wander, hand in hand,
Through islands of oceans,
As they always did,
And will always do.
Ti amo
© Copyright: Тихонов, 2002
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