Oh, dear friend, the treasure of my heart!
Of all the mortal men in this eternal world
I am the happiest, and every piece of art
I dedicate to you - each line, each sound, each word.
Oh, please, don’t blame me for the lack of skills
In writing poems to a diamond so pure! –
My life’s severe, full of terrible ordeals,
Thus hardly will my poor epithets allure
An ear so well-versed in words and rhymes,
Nor will my inartistic drawing dare compete
With that unique refinement of your lines,
Therefore the only thing I beg you to permit
Your humble servant is to be your friend,
To love you, care for you till she meets her end…
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© Copyright: Сизова Юо, 2011
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