Your Youthless Is Pretty Poem by Igor Sinelnikov

Your youthless is pretty.
It's still spring flower.
Not hidding ardency,
You're charming whole world.

Using your lucky hand,
Rolling the dice again,
You're playing with my heart
Like queen on the throne.

You whirl in the dance,
Whole tipsy and drunken night,
Kissing the sounds of jazz.
Until the end.

It seems your way's easy
That happy will happen
But you're looking at skyline...
Sadness returned.