One more day of rest
And we’re together:
You and I.
We’re just walking
And nothing more…
Your hand is holding mine.
We’re together.
We are happy.
You are holding
All my life.
And I want to feel
The same for all times.
But you’re decide…
You decide to ask me
To be the one
In all your days.
I am disconcerted
But I find something
To say:
“Maybe… Maybe… Maybe…
I will stay with you…
Some day… ”
This answer is crazy,
It’s like dancing
Near the abyss.
I will try
To be romantic.
I will try
To not pretend…
But if you ask me
One more question
I will likely tell the same.
Maybe
© Copyright: Оксана Самыгина, 2011
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