To *****
"My dear diary – you're the one
Whom I can trust, to share
My feelings about married man
To fall in love I dare
You are the one who will keep silence
About my sinful passion
About my thoughts, about my dreams
Of him my deep impression:"
His foul language and much beer
Always joking – merry guy
Heavy smoker, you are here
Can't get rid of – don't know why
Keep in my mind our frank talks
Dance together, Christmas Eve
Long for our evening walks
He's my close friend I believe
You are gentle, also rude
But you're a part of someone's life
You are my forbidden fruit
It hurts my heart as blade of knife
Useless feeling – throw away!
I will be strong, I can resist
Forget, and leave, and lonely stay...
Love has no right more to exist
05.01.03
Love has no right to exist
© Copyright: Jane Eyre, 2003
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