Much like a toothache

Your lanky figure at my door,
Bright eyes and spilling hair...
Can all it be the reason for
My joy and black despair?

You were so quick to disappear
I could make nothing out.
You've power over me — it's queer,
But there's not any doubt.

I can't change anything, but still
I wish it were not so.
A strange sensation: warmth and thrill.
Much like a toothache, though.


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The more I study, the less I understand!
English is worth studying to read your verses!
Thank you

Николай Николаевс   15.05.2010 22:28     Заявить о нарушении
Спасибо, Николай!

Ирина Минаева   16.05.2010 13:03   Заявить о нарушении
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