Now come to me, my boy, ere night draws near,
Untamed seeker, lost without a chart.
In love with shadows — worshipping the mirror,
You crown the vision, not the living heart.
And crimson Mars with fiery menace glowing,
Casts his gaze upon the speechless two.
And I stood, a riddle to myself alone,
While I drowned in your boundless eyes, so true.
Not to the devil’s will, nor to the hand above,
I neither hope nor tempt, nor long for love.
In freedom’s bond, my soul is tied each hour,
This captive vow no other hand shall move.
1989; 2025
Woman s Romance
© Copyright: Сергей Зигле, 2025
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