Your eyes are beautiful and your words are sweet

Your eyes are beautiful and your words are sweet
I fell into a trap of my own free will
Drowning in your love, attention and affection,
I'm glad you're keeping me company.

I always share sorrows and pain,
About sore, eternal joy and sadness,
You have become my joy, heaven and vale,
And there is no limit to tenderness from sympathy.

And I was pleased with your words and speech,
Guessed the talent in your words and inspiration,
And my heart beat faster in anticipation of a meeting,
I felt excited and felt like a part of a genius.

Years have passed, you opened like a flower,
Resentment there and rudeness on the pages of the site,
A hotbed of quarrels, said the world is cruel to you,
Your vibes overshadowed immediately in megabytes.

You perceived criticism as an insult and a whim,
And removed objectionable immediately to the black list,
Suddenly I realized that talent is just a ghostly mirage,
The day of parting was suddenly close to me.

Disappeared talent, disfigured beautiful words,
When passion rages and breaks the heart with anger,
Exquisite phrases and overflows of skill,
Suffered from falsehood and impunity from freedom.

And here is a piece of advice for you: share imaginary, eternal,
Everyone can write, but good is not given to everyone,
The talent to write, alas, is completely flawed,
Otherwise, everything will disappear and become like a black and white movie.