Don’t keep your smile,
It’s wonderful! I miss…
Don’t smile just for a while.
Free corners of your lips.
Let look into your eyes.
Let me to see their color
Sometime they seem like ice
Sometime like flame of fire.
And Love will change their glance.
Will change just outright.
I know you, perfect man.
You'd give just perfect night.
your portrait
© Copyright: Любовь Кирсанова, 2009
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