It never comes my turn to beg you a pardon,
I shall begin my way without your love,
Your unforgiving flowers stayed in garden,
Ma face will always keep the slap which left your glove.
Your feelings were for me as very doubtful,
And I could never in my life believe,
That you and love for me could be successful,
You should collect your thoughts and things and leave.
My broken heart is not so breeding,
As you are crying, when you are along.
You’ve read so many books about love and you’ll be reading,
But don’t forget that love is not a marathon.
2003
Love is not a marathon
© Copyright: Виктор Глинка, 2009
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