My muse is knocking to my door,
I must declare one`s feeling now.
I like your smile and cole brow
And smell like french perfume "J`ador".
I like your eyes, deep and funny,
Your elegant and antique nose,
Your glance that`s always bright and sunny,
Your lips, like petals of red rose.
I didn`t ask to give me more
Than only one expressive glance.
I promice that I won`t you bore
When I get it. Swear! At once!
We often try to find paths
In mazes of another heart,
We tread on thornes and broken glass
And drown on the stormy flood.
My muse is knocking to my door
© Copyright: Довченко Александр, 2009
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