I want to love. The love is my desire.
It’s not a sin, it’s not a crime,
And even not the ‘truth’ of liar.
I want to see the depth of feelings,
And sink in waves of magic grace.
I want to spend with “love” my evenings,
And want t’awake with it in morning sense.
I want to be a part of music
That nature plays for every glory day.
I want to breathe with love harmonic.
It’s just the thing which I request when pray.
And we could be a fairy couple
That would be blessed in Paradise.
But it can’t be it’s only my fault.
My heart’s become a piece of ice.
Notes of an ice heart
© Copyright: Андрей Александрович Третьяков, 2017
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Your poem is splendid.
It's English is perfect.I liked it very much.Thanks a lot!
Наталья Потапенкова 08.01.2017 10:53 • Заявить о нарушении
It's English is perfect.I liked it very much.Thanks a lot!
Наталья Потапенкова 08.01.2017 10:53 • Заявить о нарушении