She was a girl with bright blue eyes,
With lovely pretty face.
She was in love with one poor guy,
Who's lost without a trace.
Ten months... She's waiting him in vain,
Despising all herself.
But time is treating all the pain,
Dispelling it away.
Six years passed. She married well -
She lives in rich and health.
In spite of that, she still was belle -
She's saving all her wealth.
But shine died out in her eyes,
Her heart would never splice...
Sonnet 1
© Copyright: Алёна Коротаева, 2009
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