Love's Syndrome Poem by ELENA SHLAFERMAN ELENA SHLAFERMAN

I know one man, do not understand him.
He goes along the street, alternative to meet.
Only one car left until evening
On an empty street
And this photo in the hand
Is a lonely, real man,
He's a walking gentleman.
He sees so tenderly on face,
A lot, don't make the heart search anymore.
One moment of light evening thought
And one or two soul blows
But where is she?
In their little house
Where is there always light
And freedom of love?
Whether she thinks about him or not...
But time cannot help fate.
I know this man.
He walks through the sun day after day,
So he have to run from the street,
The car and walk back,
He's like a walking silhouette.
My window opened.
Come true -
Everything past my dreams from heaven,
Is blue.
It's like they don't meet often
Never living called streams.
And this crazy walking gentleman
The one who has never been loved.
He walks alone down the sreet.
I know how he illuminated my life.
So, he sees one glance in the window
They could do it day and night,
He will touch my heart and leave,
So, crying remembers more and more.
One day, one step.
He comes so close.
There will be this tear in my broken heart
Who at any time along the glass
Falls on dry grass.
I know one man.
I don't understand him.
It passes through the moon
He comes to me too early.
And time is like streams
Bring me that kiss from the street
To the wondow.
Don't do more.
I open heart,
But the door is closed.
So he comes back,
He is rich in his own motives
So the walking man, a gentleman.
I know one man.
Do not understand him.
I see a car and this photo,
He was stopped by a strong look.
The subway sleeps and the carriage
Remains with it,
He could take everything from his fate.
He sent me a greeting from his hand,
So it's sad in the sand.