The Year I might have met with you
There were a lot of things to do.
You might embraced me if you could
If you loved me, if only would…
It were so tender and sincere
So gracious, so without fear
Too good…too much…to become true
The Year I might have met with you
Your eyes, which looked at me with joy
Our laugh…I thought…my dear boy…
Though there might be your loud friends
I felt my silent happiness
You said you didn’t love me…not…
And we put here a big fat dot.
I didn’t wanna meet the fact
You didn’t know the word like “tact”.
I thought...I really deserved
That love I had, sometimes you burned...
That light was switched on me and you...
In parting Year I felt so blue.
It could be loving and obscene
Oh, in this place we haven’t been
And it will never become true
The Year I might have met with you.
31.12.2010
The Year I might have met with you
© Copyright: Юлия Камнева, 2015
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