Sometimes it really seemed my life
Had neither hope, nor hold
Like I'd been wounded with a knife
And diing in the cold
But tender, gentle smile as yours,
Sincere, wise and kind,
With unexpected thawing force
Did heal my heart and mind
I found an ocean in your eyes
Under the full-light moon
I loved the world! I held the skies!
Life killed this romance soon..
And through the days that pass me by
Recalcitrantly slow
My mind is sober, eyes are dry
My heart does love you, though
Knife
© Copyright: Оксана Линовицкая, 2012
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