You Are Not Mine

I wrote you when we had met
I want a friend to fill my flat.
I stood before like lonely pine
And none could tell me you are mine.

My heart tried long to knock at yours.
Two years flew. The time is lost.
I gave you pleasure day and night
You got my warmth, and joy, and light.

Perhaps it was the waste of time,
A great mistake. – You are not mine…

22.09.05.
Благодарю Мехнину Татьяну за помощь в редактировании стиха.


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