Мечта

Извечная природы тайна,
Очаровательна, нежна,
Мила, скромна и сексуальна,
Обворожительна, умна.

Ты вся, как белая берёза,
В соку благоуханных лет.
И обольстительна, как роза,
И ослепительна, как свет.

Божественна и романтична,
Как вечно юная весна.
Кокетлива и энергична,
Неотразима и страстна.

Ты сказочна и грациозна,
Всегда румяна, как рассвет,
Но если говорить серьёзно
- Таких богинь на свете нет!..

A Dream

An ancient mystery of nature,
So charming, tender, pure, and bright;
Sweet, modest, sensual in beauty,
Enchanting, clever, full of light.

You are like a white birch tree standing,
Alive with fragrant summer's grace;
As captivating as a rose in bloom,
As dazzling as the morning's face.

Divine and full of romance,
Like spring forever young and fair;
Playful, lively, full of passion,
Irresistible beyond compare.

You are a fairy-tale creation,
Graceful as dawn's first golden gleam;
Your cheeks are always touched with roses,
A vision from a poet's dream.

But if we speak with honest reason,
And leave the fantasies we pursue—
Such goddesses upon this Earth
Have never truly walked in view.

           14.09.2009.