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
Copyright © Konstantin Achapovskiy | Year Posted 2015
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