Thy love with ages unforgotten flew
Now oft seems naught but a fairy-tale.
Oh! With my heart I echo back it true,
Despite so tender-weak and close to fail.
Thy love with ages unforgotten flew
Through the misjudges of those evil smiles:
Their empty souls cannot believe thou do
Love him to the depth, and waiting cries.
Thy love, oh, yet not mine, I trust,
And I wish thy shine eve'more last
In love with him thus much as stars
Belong to the eternity of skies.
And yellow sun shall one day yet arise
Connecting thine ones to his arms.
@ 2008-08-11 17:03
To The Princess Of The Myth
© Copyright: Евгений Масленников, 2009
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