My love is my console,
It treats the hole in Soul,
It goes my native way.
It costs a thing to pay…
My life is somewhere else,
I’m going play on sense…
Her love is there in life –
It sometimes cuts like knife…
She goes to me again,
She’s going now to gain
My love, my life, my mind –
She gains without blind.
There’s no philosophy again
To share my love with Her and gain,
She gains my love, my heart, my mind
In every day… I’m getting blind…
9.12.2002
My love is my console
© Copyright: Антон Ли Круковский, 2002
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