The sun is setting outside the door,
And he watches it - my mentor.
His magnificence is so great,
It goes beyond the rate.
I sit and wait for him to start,
His love is filling up my heart.
His quiet footsteps, I can't hear,
What he wants from me is so unclear!
The only gap between us is our age,
But both of us are on a helpless stage.
His kindness, caring, and his love,
He’s somewhere there; up, above.
I like his smell, and I enjoy his touch,
But who had ever known of love as such?
It’s strange, it’s so unreal,
But that’s just what I feel.
At first, I searched in him a father,
And what is he now? Perhaps a lover…
Strange love to my mentor
© Copyright: Шуба Настя, 2006
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It sounds like a real love story from your diary.
Best regards,
Марина Арье 17.08.2007 23:52 • Заявить о нарушении
Best regards,
Марина Арье 17.08.2007 23:52 • Заявить о нарушении
That's because it is. Thanks for your comment.
Best wishes.
Шуба Настя 17.09.2007 05:03 Заявить о нарушении
Best wishes.
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