No hasty words I need from you, my friend.
No rings, no songs of how you love me dearly.
I've grown up and now I can see clearly
My own love burning its way to the end.
Just ticking of the clock, the Time's revenge.
No memories remembered would we share.
I love you much too much to even bear
Another lifetime spent on my heart's edge.
But I would not be blind, I wouldn't choose
To close my eyes against the raging fire,
Or empty look which I do not inspire,
And cruel as it is, it is the truth.
Eyes Open
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2012
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