I love you

I LOVE YOU

I was in love, and, maybe, and is not present.
The visions in dreams were perceived by reality -
In them you, me disturbing, are a lot of years
Whispered passionately: I love you.

Were mad, and, maybe, also is not present,
I beat by hoof, breast having filled of the neighing,
And in this instant I asked white light
To prolong to me blissfull plaints.

I raged one's whole being, and, maybe, also was not present.
The nerves in sticking sobed,
To me was.. I do not remember... How many was of years, -
All was... In the past generation.

 I created dreams, and, maybe, and is not present.
And, can, reality was as dreams from tomorrow,
And, can, the poet spined about three boxes of bast for me,
And I have apprehended all as... Breakfast.

I touch myself, and, maybe, also was not present.
Sense is sweet has twirled, -
I have recollected meeting twosome, -
That day - you seemed - to me has fallen in love.

I have woken up, and, maybe, and is not present.
The vision changed. Left...
You by a sight have prompted me the answer, -
I have guessed, that the rendezvous was.

I shall echo on summons, and, maybe, also was not present.
I in dreams and reality yesterday yet did not trust,
But why you breathing is felt by I as a trace,
How foresight given fortunately bearing?

07.06.2001