To have a girl in progeny so zealous -
What is it like, my overman obscene,
To mollify her love extremely jealous
Of all the rays that touch upon your skin?
Our future days may fearful seem and awesome -
No matter, dear, what thunderstorms may loom.
You are as fine as cherry trees in blossom,
As beautiful as lilac all in bloom.
My faint heart, so shuddering and rippling,
Conceals a trace of tears in the brine
That brings your smell, surrounding and tickling,
The milky scent of dandelion wine.
And I, embraced by your bewitching flair,
Stay mesmerized by your iconic might,
My only friend, so loyal, kind and fair,
My inner shame and soul’s celestial flight.
To have a girl in progeny so zealous...
© Copyright: Ксения Хрусталева, 2013
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