Diffidence

Many words are lying here,
Here in my body and soul.
And the main partition there
Called by you and just seeks the hole.

Actually I hate to praise
Things should really do deserve it.
But if something leaves a trace
I won’t stop t’ find phrases for it.

If I speak about the beings
Attitude will be the same…
And it’s also rare thing –
Giving compliments to them.

But there is a little place
Called by someone jealously
Steel-cold witch with pretty face,
Done to kill and just to haze
Universe, the world for me…
And I think you’ve guessed the key.

Yes, you’re right – it is yourself
Star from heaven that now’s my half,
You’re my wish that now is fulfilled,
Happiest dream that haven’t been killed…

You are my treasure destroying my seams,
You are that person with whom all the leisure
Can be reverted to magical dream.

Love, oh Love, oh well, you know,
I don’t love this word at all.
As for me, it is so strange,
And too strong for me to fall.

But when man has lost his feet
(They just aren’t on the Earth…)
When he has so many things
Left inside his mind to miss,
Isn’t it that love, he still
Have been waiting from the birth?
As for me, I still remember
Our splendid time on Crete,
And I also felt that losing
When Earth’d lost my tips of feet.
I have also things to miss,
I still miss your midnight kiss…
May it be that lovely feeling
That I wanted to re-meet?

(c) 2000