I can’t disown my love to you
‘Cause diamonds never turn to carbon.
Suppose I quit my staying true,
But you may come all of a sudden.
Well, you may come when summer dies,
When stormy blizzard wildly rages,
When you begin to realize:
You haven’t touched my hands for ages.
When suddenly you understand:
You miss my once ignored affection.
It’ll be such plague for you to stand
Two calling people and connection.
You will be jolting on a bus
Which will be dragging awfully slow.
The narrow way to my snug house
All will be tightly blocked with snow.
It will be quiet on my floor
Except soft rustle of the pages
When you knock briskly at my door.
And it goes far beyond all pledges:
I can give all that I possess
For this sweet moment I believe in.
And it’s so hard not to confess
To wait for you for life I’m willing.
2 января 2010
Оригинал: «Не отрекаются любя …» В.Тушновой