Years and years have gone.
Still you're the one.
The last desire and the last sapphire.
You were an angle and you'll be an angel.
Each passing year - you're getting old;
but you should not forget - that you're a gold.
'A gold that glitters in my life, a gold the mutters in the night.'
A precious part, a gracious dart.
When the stars stood still, and thy air blows chill.
When the sun shines like a pearl - far on the horizon!
I wish I could stop the moments and playback the memories;
but nevertheless - I'm in love with these moments with all the cherries.
I know you have forgotten the moments, we have spent together;
but - with the every small desire of my craving breath, you're the only feather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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