Through days and nights, through eyes to eyes,
I searched for love, for reasons all my being cries,
Through joy and sadness directly to the madness,
I could hardy creep through dust and blackness.
Stuck in dirty marsh, my feet in something viscid,
Distant echoes under ice-cold crying moon,
Sneaking glances, intentions dubious and wicked,
Feelings at the start like tiger roses in bloom.
Through awkward steps and cheeky smiles,
Through sandy castles to the dreams come true,
Through bitter truths and skillfully enciphered guiles
To single heart, long time ago divided into two.
Drawn in solitude, with multicolor paintbrush,
My eyes are lost between the lines of your draft,
Cherished in sunshine, thrown in reality so harsh,
They lose the hues but gain more of pure love.
Through childish whims to bitter-sweet emotions,
Through thorny paths and roads of gloom,
Through tiny spoons to largest ever portions,
Through silent strangers straight to precious you.
Through torn illusions, autumn leaden clouds,
Through heap of mawkish lies and spoiled wings,
Through eyes of hope and poignant doubts
To odor of love carried by the southern wind.
- Svetlank@ -