I’ll weep for my tender, trembling love,
So fragile, so shy, so easily broken.
See how it quivers at careless words—
Wrong words, harsh, unspoken or spoken,
Like quarrels, like brazen lies that sting.
Love shrinks from a voice insincere.
So reach out your arms and gently hold me,
To cradle what’s sacred and dear.
If nothing remains for oaths to foretell,
Don’t dare to touch me—don’t call again.
Fragile Love
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2025
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