Whether I wish or not, the time
With distance, they erase your face
From memory like ancient crime
It grows in shadow that I chase
But cannot catch... With closed eyes
I see your silhouette, your hands
As beautiful as butterflies
Which touch me lightly. Body bends
From phantom fondling... I can't stand
Your absence any more! The words
Dissolved in a phone wire fend
Off dearth of you and strengthen cords
But not for long... I need you here
To see, to hear, to touch, to smell...
For just one minute of your being near
I'd send for ever soul to damned Hell
I can t stand your absence any more...
© Copyright: Вега Лиры, 2005
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