You’re the bare necessity of life.
Within myself I believe
That it does, it really waxes rife
To sip our souls, when live.
You’re the story from sole of my boots
And an age-old struggle in my mind.
If I never see you again
It means only that I went blind.
With the sole purpose I write.
All this “with love” I’ll mar-
But whether it’s noon or night
Don’t forget who you are.
You
© Copyright: Анна Емельяненко, 2014
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