Unquenchable thirst of love…. Михаил Годов

      As witness love itself I call,

      And I devote all thoughts to her alone,

      I feel it in my heart and bones,

      I live in world only her all!

      Afloat she'll keep me,

      The time I sink into her arms,

      The time I step on the abyss's edge for harms

      When live in vain and ditch my soul too dreamy…

      I'll blissfully exchange for moment's love,

      Those vain desires a ridiculous crowd

      And to her knees ardently bowed,

      And kissing her, and foot above…

      As witness love itself I call,

      I live in world only her all!

      To go out dry of water:

      It is not possible to play:

      You have to pay for all this anyway

      But you can't count the moves in advance like author.

      What's at the door? – Touch it, come in!

      There someone's waiting, waiting, will not wait!

      There happiness like bird is beating in the grate!

      Just go away, away… – that voice's whispering.

      Should you have something or shouldn't worry?

      For possession itas loss, which you can see…

      So are you ready pay such fee?! —

      To mad and dare you're to hurry!

      Let for love reward the pain of separation:

      For moment's love, I'll take all tribulations!

      Neither sparkle's jewels' glows:

      Emerald, brilliant and sapphire;

      Nor masters' diligent labor in fire,

      Weaving miracle clothes;

      Or neither oil of all sorts' rubbing,

      Which gives the tenderness to skin;

      No couturier's famous work must be,

      Nor hairdressers' tryings;

      Nor bathing in the pink bathtub

      Among the petals carnations' and roses'

      And neither spirits any narcosis,

      Nor brow's being arched and dub —

      Do not multiply so fascinating

      Like look that's Love's pacification!

      Everything that a child asks for, being shoveling,

      For what the coquette gives feigning game,

      And anything to have for someone is not shame

      That's suddenly and rashly costs propelling,

      What's just a whim for man's being rich,

      And any vain and absurd whim,

      And any shameful sinful seem

      (For what it's must to spend for doctor's speech),

      Any desires, furious agility, it means,

      And career, deal, success and treason —

      Everything on earth has its price and reason:

      For money you can buy all things…

      But nightingales don't sing for money:

      And you can't buy true love's the moment honey!

      The passion's madness can obscure mind,

      And him, be joking, taking on the muzzle-sight:

      But passion had a mind trapped through all the days and nights,

      The passion in the mind you cannot find!

      So putting people into frantic temptation,

      And passion's life mindlessly spends for small mite

      And tears flow down the pillow during midnight

      In mad thirst for passionate ecstasy's ocean…

      Love, like a precious vase,

      Keeps divine drink itself:

      Mind doesn't tolerate from love to loss oneself,

      It just goes back to the highest phase!

      And love and passion always bound:

      Without love, the passion is a misfortune you can found…

      Languishing, willing and be getting crazy,

      To lose your mind from your mad passion

      And gasping madly from happiness flashing:

      I have the feelings' prison for all the freedoms more amazing!

      Love ramblings and frenzy of passion —

      Is my home in the middle of the storm, bad weather…

      But passion subdues all by cruel power whether:

      You do not dare to argue back to her expression…

      And what's the dignity and scepter of the king to her!

      He boasts on her in vain with power:

      She shamelessly on him naked shoulder

      He's grieving, groans in the passion's throes and fears…

      But power of passion is short and vicious:

      Just power of love is forever empowered and vitious!

      So over years, wine has aged in barrel

      And it gets taste which is unique.

      And time drafts race indelible like creak:

      Not possible to blot out mortals there.

      That time your youth can blush your cheeks —

      It gives our life indomitable heat.

      But what about brilliance of the mind, which gives maturity in meet,

      She cannot find, alas, or seek.

      For pawn, the path is always winding into queens.

      A priceless diamond – stone without cut.

      But ages from the canvas don't erase the paint and do not shut:

      A hundred years

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