What is the love? Illusion and mirage?
It comes so close - to tease - and disappears,
Just bringing sweet and disappointing pain,
Once in a while, in many empty years.
Life is so easy when there is no love,
Heart is so peaceful, light, devoid of worries,
Why should I need that bond, the source of fight,
The cause of the disreputable oblivion?
Love has combined humility and pride,
High flying - and the ever-chaining fetters,
Yet, since I've heard its music only once,
I call it back, again, anew, resuming.
For keeping ties in the forthcoming day,
I pray.
What is the love?
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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