His eyes of beige... Her eyes of blue... Accept my

Второй вариант собственного стихотворения "Прими, Любовь, меня"...

How sweet is the embrace at first time!
And touch ’s like wind so purely fresh !
New apprehended pain ’s not known,
Not read yet by his eyes of beige…
His honey-coloured sparkles 're dancing…
Same is the case with bluing flames…
They see no parting yet nor sorrow!
…
Oh, cheer — an'- gleeful Orpheus games :(
…
Still singing is his voice tender,
Enticing her by trilling notes
And free from reigns of holy distance
The harmony of souls besots…
Don't look in vain for imperfection,
'Cause they believe in gorgeous selves!!
Masks off, no way they are disguising
In raging and indignant dells!!

In semi-darkness only half-words
Exchanged by them in undertones!
Oh, GOD, they both are here praying
For sharing pure yet licit love…

Can any dreamer be compared
This time of day with you or me???
Take this mascot and blazing  ashes…
…Of heart…

…Accept, my Love for thee!!!…