Oh! My tender rose!

Oh!My tender,my beautiful rose!
Your aroma is so explosive,
Your breath is an innocent motion.
It simply damaged my emotions.

Oh! My pure,my sacral flower!
You are the Moon,sleeping in the clouds.
You are like the murals,which has melt away,
You are my Goddes,my unevitable fate!

Oh!My angelic face of beauty!
Your petals remind me of springtime,
A treasure of The Emerald Town.
Let me declare:
-My love is so exciting.

Don't give me the pain and sadness,
Like a traveller in a desert,
Surching a safety way,
Like a poor man,borrowing a penny,
Like a rich man,irresponsibly gay.

Don't hurt me,take some drops of my love.
So large like the Universe,so hot like the Sun.
Don't drive me away.
I'll hold back,singing a song of my feeling,
Going on the thorny and rocky way.

Oh,my passionate colour of a sunset!
Please,send me the faint ray of a hope-
It's the issue of the innocence for a robber,
So,I'll flourish,declaring my love.

Oh,dear!I prау:
-Don't give me away!
Like a star in the deep night I'm borning.
If not-I'll go under
In the depth of my soul,
Crying,suffering,burning..
                09.08.2017 г.


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Alas, it doesn't pull even into standard English...
Why not allow it to be read by the native speakers?

But it is not that important after all...

There's nothing that makes a verse poetry.
It is sad... but not unusual in most cases)))

Андрей Пшенко   11.08.2017 00:50     Заявить о нарушении

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