My love is a strange love.
I can not understand where it is now , where it goes.
It appeared like a nightingale - flew in my heart that was aching.
I was dazzled, surprised, stupid.
Thought those feelings were meant forever.
But after a few months the flower faded ,
I was desperate - what on Earth had happened?
I behave bitterly sharp one day,
another I am like honey - the sweetest.
I am sorry for my man,
he may get crazy
from the changes of my mood or from my thought that are constantly changing....
My love is a strange love
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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