How can I explain the joy to see again
you and my home, –
and healthy you remain, -
but you're nor recognizing me at all!
Investigating face and my eyelashes,
as some unfamiliar pages, with no clashes,
you take my hands in yours, which are so small...
And this is you
who wanted me to love
you in an essence,
Not as body, dove...
And this is you...
I am in front of you, my angel,
unrecognized and mocked,
unknown...
...stranger.
And only eyes in eyes,
as groan: "Oh, God!
they're so similar", –
the secret shouldn't be told!..
Secret
© Copyright: Надя Бирру, 2017
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