I’m trying to forbid myself
To think of you the whole day.
The pictures from the dusty shelf,
Which had your face on them, are thrown away.
I can’t believe: you won’t come back
And won’t embrace me, and alas,
I won’t forgive you. Will you reck
Of no restoring broken glass?
I will survive without your love!
In fact, it wasn’t love at all.
Though I turned into a pretty dove
From duck, ugly and small.
I want to thank you for the time
We spent: a year and a half.
I’m sure, it’s an awful crime
To live without LOVE.
11/27/2001
Without love
© Copyright: Марь-Санна, 2006
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