автор: oziris

In my lonely, lonely hours
I dream to meet you again
and my desperate wish devours
all the moments we were friends.

There are no enormous powers
that keep us forever apart.
Yet time is no longer ours,
though yours is my loving heart.

How could I bring you flowers
and see your beautiful smile…
How could I? They would die hours
before you see them – they’d be vile.

In my dreamy wonderful towers
we’re together magically bound.
But in real life I was a coward,
cos I let you after you’re found…