You make me go mad,
I hate you for that.
I'm trying to forget
All shadows of past,
Acute pain of my present
And aery dreams about puff.
But love is much stronger.
Superseding mind, it makes us romantic, emotional dweebs:
We listen to blues of the rain,
Admire the fiery sunset,
We feel tender tigs of the wind
And sense savory flavour of love in the air.
We relish the life,
How bad were it not,
Admire all the world,
No matter what.
Love makes us glorious, pure, but sick.
Love is miraculous,it helps us to see.
You taught me to love,
You showed it to me,
Your lesson was terribly cruek.
However,I'm hugely grateful to you,
Cause you gave me the feeling.
Thank You
© Copyright: Катерина Белобородова, 2010
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