Once more day, he breathed her smell,
One more time he got lost in reality.
His heart pain was so in such fell,
And he knew. His love's fatality.
With admiringly, he looked as she,
Nonchalantly, gracefully whisk off her lock,
He denied it, once more felt her dishy,
He thought for her he was just mock.
And he showed nothing. As 'who is this girl?',
And she was so angry, that he was agnostic,
But he was ready to sell his strong soul,
For her love's sack, his prognostic.
As in different worlds, they lived every day,
Hide they real fillings inside,
Seems like agnostics, and muddle, they made,
Lost in thought, cries, dreams all the night.
And, at last, they finally, knew,
Put themselves under the observation,
Born with belief ,and their views,
That will begin on their conversation.
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© Copyright: Элина Унгарова, 2011
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