How lucky I am. In reality I dream.
To see you sacred in a wedding dress.

Let your life be full of flowers.
You sacred even when you are angry.

On a bed in days of our passionate datings.
Sufficing, caressing, I whisper: sacred.

Even if my friends and I suddenly escape.
You'll understand me. You are sacred.

Drinking wine, melting with tenderness.
I look at you: You are so sacred.

You are the center of all ideas, ideas of all voyages.
I try to trust, to pray, to do my best.

I suffer. I sink in cotton wool of rhymes.
Darling, empty, you are sacred.

с) Leonid Shimko

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