Love is a thing, I wanted to escape,
Though so seductive and so glamorous it is.
But deep within my heart your image took its shape
And now you are the one whom I’m compelled to miss.
So lonely, demolished and lost, I’m staring at the sky,
How blurred and dimmed and dark it is, just like my broken life.
And all night long I dream of you, I call your name and cry,
And to my grief I realize - my love will always thrive.
I’m scattering my soul over the ground
And winter then will cover it with snow.
I try to rid myself of love that once I found,
But deep inside my brain there is a thing I know –
When first snowdrops from under snow appear,
My love will be reborn – still young and still so clear!
Sonnet III
© Copyright: Артур Тухикян, 2004
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