You either come from hell or heaven,
Your magic number - six or seven,
And I'm slowly going mad -
Such maiden I have never met.
So, fascinated by your face,
Your deep blue eyes and bare grace,
I thought that found a kinship soul,
So close to me, as if my own...
And soon I heard about the curse,
So fearful that it can't be worse:
No love you have, nor even luck!
I tried to help, but I've got stuck...
Have no faith to me, but why?
What can I do to make you smile?!
This riddle captured all my mind,
Yet all my guesses aren't right...
Your ghost is fading in the night,
So faraway in pale light,
I wish I was about you....
But this dream also can't be true...
Helly Angel
© Copyright: Андрей Жариков, 2006
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