I heard your voice in dreams, so tight somewhere…
My faithfulness to it was never wrong…
I was quite open to the fortune sphere…
I begged of it turn real and prolong…
You talk so warm and different from mine,
I value every sound, your sight of blue.
Our life must turn us endless warmest shine,
We must start feeling us as doubtless true!..
2017 г.
* Я не являюсь носителем данного языка, и здесь, вероятно, есть множество ошибок...
Буду только рада конструктивным замечаниям по грамматике!