I sure can mold you into anything, my dear...
Your palpitation grants me this permission.
Still, all of me is chained by doubt and fear -
How can I govern you when I don't share your vision?
Hard to be me. I know. Now and again.
Yet I am used to hold love for a splendour...
How about you? How can you bear with me, outstand?!
...I feel unworthy of your rapture and your candour...
I'm cursed, I'm blessed to have you by my side
For you're my cross and yet - you are my godsend.
I guess I'm only gaining an insight
Of "happy ever after", sole and lasting.
(2008)
Love or...
© Copyright: Света Лебедева, 2008
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