Who will dry
The rain of my tears?
Who will cry
For me in long gone years?
Who will die
When I'm still alive?
Heart's candle will burn
With love of the young
My poetry is the only way
To make you stay
Maybe once it was wrong
To write that song
When I told you
"Dear, this poem is for you"
Forgive me for that
I once said
For you would be better if
I kill this feeling, but only with
This love my heart is dead
Since when I met you
I felt like never before
Eternal spring dwelt in my soul
Now all blooming days lost in the fog
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