Being with you is such a pleasure,
You don't think so, it's your right.
Eyes of yours for me like treasure
When you're giving me your sight.
What am I suppose to do?
What am I suppose to say?
I'm not ready to be happy,
I'm not ready to obey.
It snows. The clouds has filled the sky,
It's dangerous to go outside.
But I ain't scareful, I will do it,
I'm ready now to have a bite.
I want you feed me with your love,
I want you have a drink with me.
But you're against it, - just as usual,
You're not in love. So let it be!
Being with u
© Copyright: Дмитрий Бандуренко, 2008
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Oh,this love!It's the strongest force the world possesses,still the most mysterious,cuz we never realize it in full! As you say,"So let it be!" Good poem.
With respect,Diana!
Диана Давоян 15.05.2008 19:14 • Заявить о нарушении
With respect,Diana!
Диана Давоян 15.05.2008 19:14 • Заявить о нарушении