My dear Angel, you are not like me.
And sorry for my long exasperation.
I didn't think, but now I must agree
That all my life is nothing, but deception.
I've always kept deceiving my own mind
That you're, my Spirit, guilty of my faults.
I was reflecting, but it wasn't right,
'Cause only I'm accounting for my goals.
Just give the chance to recollect myself,
And then my soul is going to be saved:
The whole my heart belongs only to you.
I promise not to care for the pelf:
It ruins me and you are not so safe -
I'll try to keep my striving for the truth!
(January 5, 2005)
To My Angel
© Copyright: Юлия Бачурина, 2008
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