We danced then under snow-white stars
On shore of Baltic Sea.
Musicians took their black guitars.
And you loved only me.
We moved to music of old waltz.
I still remember it.
We were as handsome as nice dolls,
And air smelt of sweat.
Thereupon we drank sparkling wine
And tasted of dessert.
We were in love, we felt so fine,
Intentions were a pert.
We took a walk in nightly Riga
And fed of a grey dove.
And wedding ring on my fourth finger
Reminds me of your love.
The Night In Riga
© Copyright: Юлия Дмитриевна Яворская, 2008
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