Belov'd my darling, life with you
Is snow-cov'red, as in severe cold
I'm like a rose, that endure,
And bitter tears're rolling nobly.
Being befogged, I dreamed about gives
Of love, my heart was singing.
Being befogged, I burst into your life,
But January frosts came bitting.
"Oh happiness, where are you? "- in despair
I cry, a biting wind is blowing.
Our sweet alliance sang a doleful air,
Let's farewell without moaning.
My honey man, we're going to part.
Please, don't betray ideals in your smart.
Екатерина Третьякова. 15.11.2005.
Sonnet 3
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