To my beloved sister Helen.
Thou gildst me with thy words meant to caress,
To calm me and to give me strength to live.
The days with this vile world I am disstressed
From where might so much loving I receive?
From thee whom know I nearly all my life,
Who heldt me with endearment, stopt my cries
With tenderness of thee and with thy songs.
How glad I am - this day to you belongs.
What could one wish if knew all that thou hast -
At first, beloved man who brings happiness to thee.
May wish a chylde of love who by years passt
Will keep the beauty of thy eyes and thy heart's beat.
Thee wish I millions of coming days
To live thy life in love and keep thy grace.
Sonnet
© Copyright: Кирилл Золыгин, 2010
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