A Wedding Gift

Instead of the heart in my chest marble Bursts at the seams my soul You gave me in the chest this stone And now you're already a draw It I need to Polish to a Shine Blood to cover, as the varnish is a lovely colour And gift to you - to the white veil of the bride Make your next Wedding Beautiful decoration will be Red and white - good on you I red already no need Not red dead You put it in the head Will you at night, he whisper The tale of my dead memory And maybe I'll teach you to love it again Don't worry, because it will be softer featherbeds After all, it broken heart my Don't want to? Well, the age he carved, not long The only remains of what to dump him... Seams only red-hot iron will do Mend his torn their nerves The threads won't hold And nerves, thee elongated - or rather because 24.10.14 AKC © Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014 The certificate of publication No. 114102705272