The Perverted Love

Георгина
That rose you gave me it's dead,
That life I'm trying to forget -
Forget sweet words you whispered me,
When I was yours, - I wished to flee,

To run away, to disappear,
Though anyway you'd hold me near.
You would have found me wherever;
You'd have revived me in the heaven.

My heart is trembling. Such a pain
Is tormeting my soul. And bane
Is almoust here, at the door,
It's brought its presents: more and more.

It is impossible to hide.
He'll find, return me as his bride
To be with him for all the days.
And to escape there're no ways.

09.10.2004.


© Copyright: Георгина, 2004
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I think you managed it greatly! Deep bow!
Do you use english a t work? If its not a secret, where do you work (I mean whats your profession)?

Юрий Новак   31.01.2006 17:33   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Thanks, Thanks & Thanks!!!
Frankly saying I don’t work but study at university where English isn’t taught since last year, ‘cause this education is connected with finances. But as you may guess English is my favorite hobby or smth like that.:)
Always Welcome!!
Sincerely,
Julie

Георгина   01.02.2006 10:47   Заявить о нарушении
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