Love
Russian Federation
March 29, 2014
Everytime I write a poem,
When I think about him.
I can see him in the morning,
In the evening in my dream.
I can here him in the silens,
I can see him at the sky.
I can feel him in his styles.
I can be a butterfly.
If the love will bring me my dream
And the star will close my eyes,
I'll remember that her eyes - green
And forget, that his like ice.
If I could to know where are you.
If I see you at my side.
I don't know if I'll say "love you"
Or I'll leave it in my mind.
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crystal198407
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December 2, 2009
When I think about him.
I can see him in the morning,
In the evening in my dream.
I can here him in the silence,
I can see him at the sky.
I can feel him in his styles.
I can be a butterfly.
And if the love brings me my dream
And the star will close my eyes,
I'll remember that her eyes - green
And forget, that his like ice.
If I could to know where are you.
If I see you at my side.
I don't know if I'll say "love you"
Or I'll leave it in my mind.
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03:05 AM Dec 02 2009 |
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Lyubov
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01:42 AM Dec 02 2009 |
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escimo87
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December 1, 2009
Don’t keep your smile,
It’s wonderful! I miss…
Don’t smile just for a while.
Free corners of your lips.Let look into your eyes.
Let me to see their color
Sometime they seem like ice
Sometime like flame of fire.
Lyubov'.