автор: yotovava

What ever I`ve heard about the love and the dying
is nothing compared to sense of diving into a depth
of your eyes and your soul, and your smile and your crying.
This feeling is burning so, that I could never forget.

I love you. So simple and so unbelievable.
Like whisper of wind which comes the spring and the light,
and softness of palm of the flower so unpredictable,
like kissing of all lovely beams of the bright.

Trust me, the winter is just a season of sleeping.
And snow is the whiteness of dreams that we dream.
With blue of your sight the summer sky is heaping
and with all this amazing sunshine between.