Philosophy of Love. V. Speys

look in my heart.

      We walk through the dairy garden

      In the buzz of bees, in honey bloom.

      The world has disappeared, only you are near

      In the universe with you flying.

      Here the space is wide open

      Myriads of stars gives us:

      – Choose any! Us!

      – The one that burns brighter than the others!

      We are flying in a petal blizzard,

      Driving, glowing beam.

      And we take it in warm hands,

      Wearing on the edge of clouds.

      Light white, stars rays,

      Dazzle herbs flowers.

      Small clouds, curly herd,

      Steeped on the distillation.

      And today remembering Spring,

      I look at our Star,

      But, in the gloomy sky of the region,

      A cloud of darkness drew a line.

      I want to create portraits

      I want to create portraits.

      To write portraits of pretty women.

      To speak colors,

      Shades, complementing tenderness.

      To lines of bright beauty

      Say beautiful: – You are beautiful!

      For each face feature.

      To write portraits the beauties of the world!

      My heart

      I take care of you

      In my heart is sadness.

      And, as a tribute, I guard,

      The image of a cute.

      Like your farewell,

      May morning spring.

      Do not float away with the breeze

      With fluffy snow.

      Let the year’s pass

      Quietly sinks in space

      But, your word: – Yes!

      In white garden decoration.

      In the vociferous forest,

      In the bird choir spring.

      In poplar fluffs,

      In the spring breezes.

      But your word: – Yes!

      I did not hear like a song.

      Only: – Never!

      The word was the last.

      I take care of you

      In my heart is sadness.

      And, as a tribute to the guard

      The image is cute, farewell…

      Sorcery love

      Pretended to be in love

      As a boy weaving words.

      And I felt subjugated,

      My head bowed to you.

      Your knees embraced with passion.

      But the hurricane dope passed.

      I asked myself a simple question

      In you, I found that?!

      And you tried to marry me.

      Threatened to get underground.

      Believe me, I’m ready to strangle before

      Then the days with you to pass!!!

      With a dream near

      Surrounding grove birch grove.

      Fun song, bird’s chirps.

      With a dream series created from dreams,

      Come, ring the stream, sing, splash with water.

      I look into the distance, the transparency of the field.

      And clouds ridge above the horizon.

      Inhaling the purity and aroma of the expanse…

      Beyond the distance, and you, beyond the horizon.

      Fog blindfolded

      Fog blindfolded eyes.

      Horizon for milky mist.

      And the sky is pure turquoise,

      Tightened white shroud.

      Nature sleeps, drowned in the mist,

      And the grove slumbers young.

      And birds are a funny clan,

      Sits on branches with feathers cocked.

      In the spring of winter, the last breath

      What a strange gray hair

      Spring of Winter last breath.

      On grassed green grass

      Lay down white moss.

      Snowflakes fall thick

      Whirl in the morning dew.

      Days, remembering gold,

      Frosty blizzards in all its glory.

      O, how beautiful the world is in love

      O! How beautiful is the height of the earth?

      With fields, rivers, and forest.

      And then the blue seas,

      Above the blue expanse of reach.

      O! How beautiful the world is in love?

      He looks different colors.

      On the wings He soars Spring,

      He sees with your eyes!

      So much so that you suddenly forget everything.

      Space, time, everything is alive.

      And just beside You, my friend!

      And I, filled with you…

      You could argue with a myth

      Pain, remember, that gray morning,

      Drizzled gray rain.

      Kissing cool, though

      Wet trace remained in it.

      I waited for you, arguing with the weather,

      Warming under the canopy of birch trees.

      But, the weather is not expected by the sea,

      You have not warmed the hearts of dreams.

      And stayed in me not come