Earth maiden. Poetry about love. Irina Tarasova

      Because of routine conversations,

      I can’t hear my soul.

      What should we do now with you,

      maybe we just need to be silent?

      Silence, peace, and again I will hear

      a quiet voice from my soul.

      But now she will tell

      you how sad she was without you.

      Where is the golden mean

      that keeps the boundaries of our faces?

      Guards and protects us

      from unnecessary words, empty insults.

      Tell me, my closest friend,

      how not to lose in the routine of days,

      what is called joy,

      the joy of communicating people.

      To love, you don’t need to try.

      You will understand everything when

      you wake up in the morning,

      suddenly smile, and notice

      that all thoughts about him will only be.

      But also try to love your equals,

      not to humiliate your dignity.

      Not that you will suffer for their sins,

      for their deceptions, they don’t care.

      Love your equals according to your liking,

      to be sure that you know him as much

      as you know yourself. And once you’ve found people like

      yourself, love them for their purity.

      For the feelings for you, love with your heart,

      appreciate them for their depth. Do not allow anything