My Precious Stone

Автор: Максимов Александр Андреевич


My precious stone, so fragile, lonely,

I'm here again to save your heart,

My chrysolite, the signs of glory, –

For I am nothing, but thy knight, –

For I'm thy May, the winds of summer,

Embracing thee in dark of life,

Don't say a word, and let them crumble:

All words are empty, words are lie.

My precious stone, my wisdom, Veda, –

My riddle never to be solved, –

You are to know, and it's no haver,

This love's a promise, once, for all.



25, February

2017