Love has different tunes,
But only once and one we find.
And while anyone it croons,
It is marvelous and kind.
Our tune we’ll always remember,
Though we walk different ways.
It will sound for us forever
Through the years and days.
Our tune we’ll never forget,
As we find it only once.
For someone it’s a clarinet,
For another one it’s a dance.
I am a little bit sad today,
And the reason isn’t clear.
May be because you’re away,
But you’re wished to be near.
But… anyway, I know for sure:
While we remember our tune,
Our life will be warm and pure.
With nice flowers it’ll be strewn.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 16th of November,2013
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