Lord, Well, Why Do I Love You So Much, - Poem by Liza Sud
Lord, well, why do I love you so much,
Well, why all life is such a bitch,
When I am used as on a bough,
And I love you, eternal, as a grief.
Come to me, at least, for an hour, a day,
or even for a moment - be with me,
And I'll forget the thousands of Belle's,
And plunge into you, as a pool, so deep.
I don't believe in insult and attack,
When into your dear eyes I'm looking,
Forbid me to stupidity fall down,
When in this world we are so exclusive,
Then, someday, we wll be lying in bed,
and you will ask me gently near,
Show me how much you love Olga - well? -
I'll turn away to hide im my eyes tears.
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