love is not the season
love is just the time in the year
and you still be missing
everything you put up on the sleeve
holding back your stories
trying so hard to never be seen
in the perfect happiness
that is indeed the nicest routine
ever to occur to you
ever to take your heart and your mind
and you still upholster
this very feeling from curious eyes
of many a others
living so close but so far from two
little cozy lovers
dreaming away with no ado
in their room of cotton
letting inside nobody but none
in the very bosom
of imperceptible intimate time
Love is not the season
© Copyright: Евгения Игоревна Карешина, 2011
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