I’ve met you on the stairs and I stared.
I had a cup of tea in my right hand.
I saw your face and my eyes glared.
I smiled, I did not move, I had to stand.
I hardly found some words to answer
To simple question – “How are you?”
A group of people passed through after
And there we stayed a minute maybe two…
Such pleasure to meet you on the stairs,
To see your face and hear your voice.
Unreasonable and innocent affair
I had to crash on you I had no choice.
I am so happy to meet you anywhere,
I hesitate to say how beautiful you are.
I smile, I stare and my eyes glare.
You are so close and yet you are so far.
Stairs
© Copyright: Дмитрий Гараев, 2013
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