To my lovely Requiem
I can’t believe that you will die.
But it is true. I say “Good-bye,
Good-bye, my love. I’ll see you later”.
I think we have inseparable fetter.
I take your hands; and they are cold.
I can’t forget your brown eyes.
Your eyes for me have had a hold,
And soon it will become white ice.
You could inhale into my heart
Your dreams, ideas, inspiration.
Yes, you must live, you only play a part.
I want to hear your quiet respiration.
I will remember our madness in the spring.
It warms my heart, without you, for sorry.
And up to now on my finger is your ring.
It means that I will come. Don’t worry!
© Copyright: Елизавета Смолякова, 2011
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