To Thee Poem by Violet Klyukina

Oh, listen to voice of the rain!
It is whispering about my pain,
About the love of darkest soul,
Which cannot fly, but only fall.

Oh, feel my love to thee, my dearest!
It is so pure, it is so clearest,
Like skies of blue after the rain,
When love of Lord revives again…

Oh, feel my pain from sweet desire!
It scorches my heart as hottest fire;
Oh, save me, please, from this cruel hell!
I have no chance to thee to tell;

How much I love through keenest pain,
How much I cry, but all in vain;
I plead thee, listen to the rain!
Please, let me see thee once again!