You grow up with the understanding
Of real ideals and hopes,
That truly love is absolutely clear,
She is born in an innocent souls.
Ove the years you just understand,
Your childish theory's false,
Because a perfect person is a fear,
His heart is poisoned, of course.
You understand all things with regret.
The Masterpiece is either absolutely good or absolutely bad.
To be in love with a perfect man
Is absolutely sad!
He can stand in the rich majestic place
And you can only admire.
Don't step in his private ideal space,
You can collide with his scalding fire.
Over the years you will understand,
The Masterpiece is either good or bad.
To be in love with a perfect creature
Is absolutely stupied feature.
The Ideal
© Copyright: Дарья Дюжакова, 2013
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