The moon shone in the sky,
My Mary to forget not right.
To love her like to throw on stones
From rocky cliff that hight.
One love, perhaps, is not enough,
One scratch on heart is not enough.
What can a wounded man in love
To pay for words in kind?
Such Mary would you like to love?
No, you would not, It would be right.
Devious mind and evil smile.
Cold blood - soul terrifying.
Fear and hatred it defines.
Such Mary would you love in vain?
No, you would not, it would be fair.
All words, but words, still words, just words ...
Not fear of death, in pain beloved.
"in love the everlasting life" - I found.
Like moon and sky I love and raining shine,
So in the heart melts Mary's knife.
#andrey_of_rus
Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2015/07/12/371
Self-Willed
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