O lily, you who sadly bloom
In quiet midnight time
A perfect bride for any groom
Your love is sour as lime
Your sight can immolate a man
And leave no ash in place
His love will drain his life span
While you be cold as ice
But still I love you overall
No matter who thee are
You makemy heart around thee growl
If be you near or be you far...
You too, my girl, seduced me shyle
And broke my heart as if that lily.
To Lily. A sonnet
© Copyright: Боня Беспалев, 2005
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