In fact I had always liked only you My ideal and my measure All my women had your lineaments And this fact reconciled me with them While you are there, submissive to your passions, Flutters between Orsay and Prado I, one can say, gathered you part by part Sounds terribly, but it is truth One girl is snub-nosed, another has an birthmark on her back Third is able to receive everything as given One is doted to me, another is doted to herself I havent seen it being together again One girl, like you did, blows hair strand from her face Other every time loses her keys Why I was always unable to collect all this together? You know, God does not repeat his mistakes Even your soul, to which you allowed me To touch, three or four times, through all barriers Is still here incarnated into all alive flowers And into all broken phones You were afraid that I will miss Offering substitutes to myself But what about downpours, prices, all these shakheeds, newsletters? God be with you, you are with me my darling
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 04:21:49 +0000
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