Having painted your face
with the astral dust chalk
on the starry black vault
of the Universe dome,
I bestowed the keys
to the Paradise gates,
but you started to shout at me
in response.
Having written “Forgive”
with a Christmas tree branch
on the winter white dress
of the planet at night,
I returned home late
and as always with God,
you were reading my verse
to a lovely girl friend.
Having shimmered with passion
at dancing for you
on the idle gray stage,
as an encore of love,
I became Star the Sun
in the circle of Moons
which you played changing masks
in a cruel romance.
Having poured a cocktail
of feelings through words
on the daily routine
of a canvas of life,
I’ll remain just a name
from a hundred girl friends
in the chosen heart
for the glory of arts.
February 10, 2008
Романс. A romance
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