My sweetheart, I treasure---I swear---
The angelic light of your hair
So hard was it and so despairing
To leave you and go away.
I treasure the beauty of fall nights
And birch shadows rustling away
And though autumn sun gave us less light,
The Moon granted us silver rays.
I treasure the way that you told me,
“Our golden time wоuld be gone
And you would forget that you loved me
When holding the hands of someone”
Тhe blossoming linden that morning
Reminded my dreams that came true---
How gently then I was dropping
The beautiful flowers on you.
To leave you my heart isn’t ready,
When falling in love every time,
Remembers and treasures you sadly---
A favourite poem of mine.
2003
I treasure Перевод
© Copyright: Чай С Молоком, 2004
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