Excuse me, miss, for being honest,
For my sincere love for you,
Perhaps, sometimes I was immodest,
But all my words were pure truth.
When I could still see your bright eyes,
All things besides had no matter,
When I received your replies,
I couldn;t dream of anything better.
When I could hear your lovely voice,
The birdsong lost its charming beauty,
Back then my heart knew no choice,
To serve you is my holy duty.
Your hair shone gold in the sunlight,
When you yourself glowed with joy,
While trying to become your knight,
I was lost in a hopeless void.
Excuse me, miss, you may forget
The time of my unfair claims,
But trust me, I will not regret
The time my heart went up in flames.
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© 17.06.2022г. Владислав Венцеславич
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