I'm drowning in the deepest boiling sea of dreams
I see thy dear face; and bowing to thee
All knights are standing still; and in the higher realm
No goddess can resist from mortal envying.
Thee smile like Heaven smiles, thee laugh like angel laughs,
Thy brow goes high and in thy well-like eyes
I cannot stand a chance; but knowing all the paths
Are leading me to thee, I want to tread those miles,
I want to climb a hill to jump from - willingly,
For dimples on thy cheeks will grant me with a wings.
O, drop a single word in answer to my plea;
O, do not make my soul so desperately sing!
O, let the storm-wind blow, let the waves go high
For only truth is thee, who softly whispers: "Aye..."
Sonnet I
© Copyright: Алексей Фрадкин, 2013
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