Upon Irene. - Poem by Markelov Vladimir
Gentle face bewitched me so:
Clear look, eyelashes a veil.
Years untimelity was failed.
All, that earlier troubled soul-
You’ll dismiss a grief to go,
Like a simple letter’s mail.
Start ascension of exulty.
Threw away the yearn from heart,
And a languid days regarded,
You will smile so good, so mildly,
Brush off cheek a tears salty,
Squash in me the boiling blood.
Be aside of qualm, alarm.
Now you are one year wiser,
Purely, beauty and more nice.
And the aura of calm,
Like a warmly, wonder balm
From the depth of soul is rising.
Life is wonderful, and mainly –
All the days are not lived vainly!
Life’s complete as honey-bowl, -
My Irene: I love you all! ! !
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