style="font-size:15px;"> And my pain asked again for voluptuousness.
I saw a light fragrant and tender,
What came from your eyes and heart,
And I was drowning in love from now on hopelessly,
He took off like a whirlwind into the sky like a bird boldly.
Your footsteps reverberated and nourished again
And the voice immediately penetrated extremely deeply,
From the look, the sigh, I understood at a glance,
And felt you and heard you too far.
And let no one believe in our happiness,
And constantly convinced of the inexpediency of this,
I melted again when I kissed and took my wrist
And I would trade the world around for our minute conversation.
Sweet cappuccino and some milk
When it’s so cold and chilly outside,
And the wind pretty much pushes all passers-by,
Drinking coffee is my simple weakness
And in this desire, you and I are so similar.
Sweet cappuccino and some milk
And in this world nothing more is needed
To know the truth that is unknown and deep,
With a gentle aftertaste, it becomes warm.
A little sweetness will bring back memories
How it was so comfortable and good with you,
How he suffered and suffered from eternal desire,
From now on, we are destined to be together.
And again I plunge into the ocean of your love,
With a sip I dive into infinity
I want to be quiet and explain so much
And give you the universe and tenderness.
Moscow is silent
Again silent, without giving a sign,
As if they are not familiar and not good friends,
So I want to roar, tear my hair and cry,
But I’m a man, and that’s impossible.
And again coffee is my great friend,
And thoughts randomly wander in the dark,
From experiences again I can not sleep,
Everything was fine for a week, but now it’s empty.
Again calm, like the moment before the storm,
I let you go again without pain and loss,
Without controversy and despondency, and come what may,
And I can not do anything, I roar like a beast.
Moscow is silent, as if it knows everything about everything,
Only quietly whispers that everything will be forgotten, it will pass,
«What do you love the wrong one, my naive fool,
He lives with another, he only loves you, hopes and waits.
Love is pure
Love is pure, unpretentious and young,
And never demands from you, never asks
Born to please us by fate,
Always takes us to a cloudless world.
She lives in the eyes of a child since childhood,
In moments of joy and eternal knowledge,
Joy has become long-awaited for the bride,
It brings with it all the tenderness and suffering.
She is barely visible and unpretentious,
In noticeable dimples on the cheeks and a smile,
What warms the soul, free, so bashful,
And it can slip away, it is unsteady.
And let it seem to you that all this is ostentatious,
Callous emotions, strained smile, tenderness,
Not everyone will be able to enjoy that spring,
Open up to feelings, be serene again.
After all, many are unaware of all these experiences,
Only know from movies and romantic books
Others were disappointed, for them – suffering,
And quench bitterness in the knowledge of wine, intrigues.
Love cannot be ostentatious, in quotation marks,
She was born to suffer and rise again
She lives only with those who believe in fairy tales,
And it will become pleasure, faith and support.
Love is different, open and naive,
A little hidden, wide open, where feelings break,
So demanding, sad and happy
But more often we are carried away into the distance as a sincere impulse.
Wasn t happier. And you weren t
Inspiration: Ivanenko Kristina
«Made for each other»
When the soul so asks for tender passion,
And a gentle look serves as a continuation of thoughts,
Suddenly I realized that only with you is happy,
I just love the way you talk and think.
I like to dream with you
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