What is love
But a moment of deception
When you see a perfect image
Of someone totally imperfect,
When you notice rudeness
Too late
And you try to overcome
The coldness of salute.
When you see your words mixed
With a great deal of lies
And you call this person
A 'somelier'
And this name contains
A bitter irony.
Too much sadness
For the sake of a moment of unclarity,
Too much worries anyway -
You want to move a figure on a chessboard
And see it burst into flames.
Eros and Psyche
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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