The pearl fishers

I will open to you, dear Leila,
Do not be afraid of the pearl fishers!
Because you and I - we've met already,
I remember that we are familiars.

I am catching you and I recall,
Where wave is caressing the sea
That you were at that time a young girl!
And together with you we have sinned.

My quiet happiness - that's what you were,
Having limit of a pinkish cheek.
Now scent of my passion that's scorched
I breathe here as new destiny.

We have met. All was already there.
It is boring "to seek you" again.
All the words - as if were sang already!
That is why to read them - such a pain!

We were playing with you as two babes
Near water that was clear and warm,
And from two wings of mother-of-pearl
We were pulling out flowers in jest.

While the Genes Memory is eternal -
No New rock may ever deceive.
Through the ages, enjoying your poem,
I cognize every syllable in it!

We already had all of it - orgasms,
Passion, love and, of course, families.
Happiness in that life - we have known,
In this life - it is Christ and His bliss.