So, no one knows what happiness is...
But look in my eyes, just look;
And if you cannot read my heart as a book,
Thus, happiness doesn’t exist.
So, no one knows the meaning of love...
But kiss me, my dear, kiss.
And if you don’t feel in your soul a breeze,
Thus, love isn’t cute enough.
So, no one knows what hope drives us,
But touch me, my dear, once,
And if no passion would strike like a lance,
All hopes are gone, alas.
So, now you know they are in my heart, –
All: happiness, hope, love.
Feel free to destroy them and foul and laugh, –
It shouldn’t be rough or hard.
Whatever you’ll do. I’ll be quiet and mute,
And I won’t feel any crash.
Love, hope, and happiness aren’t to stash, –
They only exist with you.
No one knows
© Copyright: А.Василевич, 2005
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