Suppose I am the one of those who invented love,
Becoming a hostage to the truth which is known,
I invented a death and pain, and tears, and blood –
All that is left in my heart of a stone.
For here again to see your pretty face, our worlds collide
I have to wait until the day is gone,
I call your name through the dark of the night, –
And until my breath remains undone.
16, April
2014
Until My Breath Remains Undone
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2014
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