They say love only lives for three years.
Am I in love with you
Or is it simply admiration?
Charmed by your gracious gestures
And your intonations,
Your mind that's packed with theories and facts,
I see my heart.
By you it's been attacked,
And now it's under siege.
Each night I fly
With you, and the horizon is no limit,
Our freedom reeks of fire, Southern flowers
And starry nights.
We talk in our sleep,
Time stops,
My wound is deep
But from its bleeding depth
The amaryllis grows.
Time stops,
My admiration's amplified,
I see your soul,
So bright and dignified.
Time stops
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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