To Anya

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    To Anya

    You Princess of elegance

    You Queen of manners

    You made my heart beat so fast.

     

    The summer of the north is in your eyes

    The winter of the south eradiate from your vibe.

     

    Me? Poor sinner of my soul,

    I anticipated the storm of love.

     

    Why am I so lost in this love?

    Is it the drought for more?

     

    I think the distance is too much

    I think the solitude is killing us

    I made my move and you stood still!

     

    Once I felt that the right time it was

    I was wrong! the heart we cannot rule

     

    Because you didn’t know how much I cared

    Because you didn’t see and seemed scared.

     

    Come with me to discover a new world,

    Come with me to open another door.

    The sound of innocence comes from your words.

     

    Something is bothering you it’s not your fault.

    Something is distracting the cosmos of you soul.

     

    Life is this way all the times and we cannot stop it!

    Just take me away as a part of you and try me.


    Fiction is my dream? Please tell me.

    Foolish is my demand? Stop it you might.

    I know the feelings are not to be discussed.

     

    But what about me? I’m dying to know.

    In the concert of my thoughts I find no comfort.

     

    Giving not to receive is real love,

    I feel the right time is for us!

     

    In the sky there might be an answer 

    Because on earth I cannot find it!

     

    You woke up in me the lost love I once had

    And now? Am I supposed to let it go?

    Who knows! Is that a question to be fought for?

     

    Here I’m writing about the unknown,

    Only with the hope for my moment to come,

     

    Are the stars aligned? Only time will tell us. 

    Is the road for happiness heading far?

     

    No diamond can be found as beautiful as you,

    No Star can be as bright as the delicate smile of your face

    I now wake up in the morning with the only desire 

    to hear your voice one more time.

     

    You Princess of my love

    You Queen of my soul

    One word and I will go.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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