I'm sorry that I sleep not give
Would ring late and at night would call.
I was a little scared live
the Information stomach whole.
I'm sorry that I too am in a hurry,
But do not think that because of the bed.
I you as a father cherish as mommy
Fairly. Stuck. you've had.
I seemed to see myself Maybe
already close to you in joy.
You're like a doctor-nurse for me,
Thy kiss Eastern sweetness my boy
Me a gift to see your opinion sight
And your laughter unexpected surprise me,
Your sadness and silence me poison night
That's really such a creature I unfree
And I beg you don't judge me gems
No guilty, no my this so comment
That I write verses and poems...
It is hard to be the light of the poet.
For you from me
© Copyright: Эмануэльф Сладенький, 2014
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