It’s heavy snowfall out
Everything’s in white shroud.
I see my life, turning pages
Between us are common but
So far from each other
Stages,
And, even passed ages,
Loving You, missing You,
I will never mutter
Or even give You cue
Or twinkle simply
But You always carry in Your
Heart deeply
My tender care and You know
And can swear that
How much I love You
I just ask You to hold it dear.
January 21, 1997. Tuesday. Moscow.