Sometimes he is so close, sometimes so far,
But I can hardly live without him.
He's like a little happiness for me;
He's like a marvel, like a splendid dream.
All of my thoughts are occupied by him;
The only topic of my talks is he;
Forget about him is same to death.
He means more that too much for me.
Since we first met I look only at him,
But I'm afraid to look into his eyes:
Maybe, they say that all my dreams are vain
And love is quiet impossible for us.
Or, probably, his eyes will laugh at me
And say to me I'm nobody for him,
And that I won't reach what I'm thinking of –
He is the king, but I am not the queen.
I'm even more afraid there could be hope:
One day he'd look into my eyes and see…
But I know that he wouldn't fall in love
Despite he's still the only one for me.
August 19 2014
He
© Copyright: Татьяна Николаевна Шевцова, 2015
Свидетельство о публикации №115033012258
Свидетельство о публикации №115033012258
Рецензии