Ost: Äåëüôèí " 6:30 am (Greenfield Poetry Collection fest)"
For the one young English girl, that captured my f*****g rotten heart.
..."Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?"...
"Cupid is a knavish lad, thus to make females mad." — God help me to meet even the only one...
When you fall in love,
Speak low if you speak love —
You don't think
About what is above;
Your feelings, beings, dreams, —
You sink
In your-fucking-self.
No books in memory of your "self"
Will help you.
Drink!
Drink, oh my poor friend,
Drink, o-o-oh, my poor friend,
Till the very fucking end,
Just drink!
Wine is pure,
It's destiny,
It's your breath,
That keeps
Breathlessly,
Wine is the greatest doer
It's fucking pure,
Pure as air, as the skies themselves,
As classics on poet's shelf,
It's pure as amour,
My friend of poor!
Just remember:
World will be finished,
But love — it will endure!
Ah, you don't belive me?!
I know, I know, — you're
As arrogant as I would be
Never fallen in this well ,
Well, like a last bee
In August.
Every woman for an amoruous man
Is a goddess.
Love will reach ya'
As a rain in the rainforest.
...Night before dawn...
This night is the
Longest...
More desparate you're,
More lonely you're —
More strong love you'll get...
Love will be the strongest.
Love, you know,
If it is pure...
Love
Does
Cure.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire.
Doubt that the sun doth move.
Doubt truth to be a liar.
But never doubt I love".
Yeah, my byddy Billie, I feel kind of...
"Where love is great,
the littlest doubts are fear;
When little fears grow great,
great love grows there".
Me and nobody else
For these whole centuries
Can't come no
Nearer...
p.s.
My sincerest apologies to all my dear readers for that moment of temporary weakness.
I'll try not to repeat it again.