To my tender love
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Without you I never was alone.
You were like birch in Russian deepest forest.
Today our Love’s like rain forever gone.
This is the gist of gloomy shortly stories.
The story grows, as we begin to cry.
Our moaning adds to saddest of emotion.
We have to God the only question – WHY?
Why did Him put to us this sweetest licking potion.
This drink is sweet. I drink it every day.
I want you so that even trees are shaking.
For you one question – at what time you'll lay?
When we begin our sweetest of love making.
There is no answer for the quest.
I go to sleep with best intentions.
For you in life, I am a guest.
The less we love, the lower tensions...
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04 августа 2022