P.B.
I see him in my dreams each night
Since the day I went away…
Now I can say he was the light
Of my life, a star in my way…
And waking up I think of him;
I look at people in the street:
What if it’s not my endless dream,
What if he’s here and we’ll meet?
I’ve realized he is my dearest part…
Our problem is he wants me to believe –
I can’t! But what if open up my heart
And say: “I need you!” – and forgive?..
As if there were no quarrel, no lie;
As if I hadn’t built the wall…
Just to come up, kiss him and smile:
“Stay in my life!” – that’s all…
21. 05. 2001
After a quarrel...
© Copyright: Оксана Данчевская, 2004
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