Serge Lyrewing Poet Lyric

I Like Her, But There's Nothing More

Her smile, glance of eyes, confusion,
But as last time I have to go,
I’m sorry for this failed illusion
I’m passing by her daily woe.
I see the sympathy I feel it
I play a fool my face is still.
I smile to answer she will read it
I’m little sad, oh, yes, she will.
Say, what a pity she is charming
Her smile gifts me merry mood
It made me stop while I was coming
For moment – eyes said, stay in brood
over this moment it is shortest
I have some feeling in my chest
She’s in day-dream, but I’m too modest
For that I have to go to rest.
It’s funny, usually. Confusion.
I save myself for whom, what for?
I like her and her frail illusion,
I like her, but there’s nothing more…

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