Alexander Povolotsky


There Is Nothing Now Could I Do - Poem by Alexander Povolotsky

There is nothing now could I do [ edit ]
Wish I'd be that boy from vicinity,
Whom entrusted you sweet virginity.
One, who was your first, your body wanted whom,
One, you let to sneak to your maiden room.
But there is nothing I, in my whim, could do
To, instead of him, climb your window.

He was the one, who made your passion turning.
He was the one, whose love you were returning.
He was the one, whom then you were caressing.
He was the one, for whom you rushed to get undressing.
He was the one, to whom you gave yourself without warning.
He was the one you kissed way out in the morning.


If I would have it now - the magic Time Machine,
I would fly back there, where then you've been.
I would throw myself between you and him,
I would beg your love, I would yell and scream.
I would cry my tears, I would be enraged,
But there is nothing then could I really change...


He still'd be one, who made your passion turning.
He still'd be one, whose love you were returning.
He still'd be one, whom then you were caressing.
He still'd be one, for whom you rushed to get undressing.
He still'd be one, to whom you gave yourself without warning.
He still'd be one you kissed way out in the morning!

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Lyric


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2015



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