Illusion started with the windy days in spring:
I bathed in your heating zealous eyes…
I felt love gave me its’ sweetest sting…
So wonderful it was and at one time so dire…
If only I could make “tomorrow” wait,
If only I could stop illusions’ flow…
If only we could join again and again
To ease this rousing pain inside my soul…
The Sun was kind as if it flattered us with hopes,
We were filled with love up to the brim…
If only I could braid the tightest ropes
To keep our world, to stop the times’ stream…
Why did illusion bring me so far
Up to the point, where I met your wishful eyes?
The Moon was kind as if it wrote our names with stars
And they were carved forever in the night skies…
Illusion started with the windy days in spring…
Illusion
© Copyright: Моя Любовь, 2006
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