Слободкина Ольга
My love. I'm still in Paris.

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  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (slowboat@mail.ru)
  • Обновлено: 30/11/2006. 1k. Статистика.
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    My love. 
     I'm still in Paris.
    
    I'm glad
       that 
         I can talk to you freely
          pouring my heart out 
            and my mind out to you
              like that - in spirit.
    
    I'm glad that
     you still have a place
       in my imagination,
        not in reality,
    
    that you cannot stop me
      freezing my veins
        with your coldness
          and cynicism
            all of a sudden.
    
    I sit
     in the blazing Sun
      of the Tuilrie Garden.
    
    It's hot
      and fresh water is near -
        I can smell it.
    
    Even God
      cannot stop me
       from thinking about you,
        my Lord.
    
    Dear God!
     Make it not
       that he has forgot.
    
    Make it so
     that we both
      can be happy...
        Together?
    
    I don't wanna hurt.
    
    Although I'll never tell you.
    
    Can you feel it?
    
    How could I live without you
      for so many years!
    
    Those years have passed
      like one day
       and the feeling has stayed.
    
    I thought
      you loved me not,
        but you do.
    
    Oh, please, do.
    
    Love me
      for all
        I've got.
    
    
    
    Apr. 15, 2003
    

  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (slowboat@mail.ru)
  • Обновлено: 30/11/2006. 1k. Статистика.
  • Стихотворение: Поэзия

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