@vladimir94topke 26 September 2020 more from that month

A couple of beautiful Love Poetry

**It deprives me of sight** Deprive me of sight, I will look at your face, shut my ears, I will listen to you, dumb me down, but I will call you through a cry without legs, I will still find my way to you. Break my arms, I'll catch you with my heart, if you stop my heart, alone my brain will then knock and watch, and if you put out the flames in my brain too - I will carry you in my blood. **Written on Wednesday** We met for the first time on Wednesday, and until then we did not know each other. We fell in love on Friday. They quarreled on Monday. It's Wednesday again. Now I tell everyone as I wander along the promenade no, she is neither prettier nor sweeter from other girls, I know. So when I meet her -I hide my eyes. I' ii whistles. I'm looking at something else. And I think really I don't care. But I turn long... **Introduced leaves** I wish I always remembered Happy days of our love Life was much better then And then the was brighter than today Withered leaves are arranged on the ground And I haven't forgotten you yet Withered leaves are arranged on the ground Like our sorrow and memories The cold wind carries them away Together they forget everything at night And you see, I haven't forgotten The song you sang to me Thet song was similar to us And to you who loved me And to me who loved you We lived together You who loved me And I who loved you But life separates them Those who loved each other a lot Oh quite slowly and without noise The sea erases traces on the sand The steps of the parted lovers **I love your hands** I love your toy hands that body when it is almost gone. The woman is only in the flesh of the cat which spins and dozes in your waist. How to find a child's hands to explain to you what love mean, without hurting that little beast, a lip on which cakes crumble. **The song of the last meeting** The cold was the hell of my chest. The step on the varnish gave a shiver. I got wet on my right arm to Glove on the left. Oh, how many steps there are here And I believed - three. The whisper of autumn among the maples He whispered: '' You die with me! The deceitfulness of life hid my happiness. Fickle fate laughs with malice. I answered him quiteetly: '' Dear, Me too. will die with you. It was a meeting about the last song. And I looked at the gloomy home. In the bedroom, like in another world. The candles burned indifferently behind me. Decorated here with a belt My husband - to the bruises of the body Because you're out of the window You're watching, I was on fire last night. Candles. And over the blue smithy The smoke curled into coils. And you with me a sad slave You weren't again - you weren't again. I am to you, with a wounded soul, She brought destiny- torment in the palm of her hand, And maybe you like a blonde, Red-haired sweetheart, smiling? I can't hide a drunken moan. The heart mourns the soul aches. Thin rays, like eerie fingers, fall on the sheet uncrumpled. I've already learned to live wisely, Looking up to at the sky and praying to God And to wander for a long time to torment meself And the restlessness of the soul and the soul of the poor. And when he carries the uncles into the lower wind, Bunches of rowan bend on the fence, I happily put together mosaic- pebbles In a song about a wonderful transient life. I'll be back. He licks my warm palms Velvet cat, pretentious, And the bright fire burns, shears Above the water from the blue chimneys of the sawmill. It just breaks the silence suddenly The cry of a stork that is already landing on the roof. If you knock on the door now - I won't hear your call. Bury, bury, you wind me. My closest ones are not at the funeral. Shadows are already wandering around the dead, And the breathing of the earth is quieter. My being was free and thirsty Who and you want more life's torments. Have mercy, wind this body is icy And he crossed his arms over his loins. Close this black wound on him A veil is woven from the evening darkness... Make the twilight blue, solemn To read silent psalms above me. To make it easier for the lonely menu The dream of the last to extinguish the burning torch, Noise with all your might, tall ashes, About spring, about my spring 6 . **To one naughty girl** Did you kiss me, old man, you give, bride, from the lips? Is it on my old shoulder? Is ling hand hot? Is it love, is it a joke, your hand is small on the shoulder of a gray-haired old man trembled, blinked? Or did you come, you scoundrel, to deceive me, to eat me? Tortured old breasts to hurt, to hurt? ''I love you!''... You claim, young woman, full of misery, full of hope,- but love to the old man believe me, honey, it's hard to fall... They brought in my breasts, your love fire alive - so I'm afraid the old man is sitting, of flames and fuels. **The longest year** You've been waiting for me all these days, I will proudly say that for years. How you kept the for me, from high obstacles and huge coves. Every moment without your touch, without an rm world and inner peace, a stone of apprehension strikes the heart making of it, one small grain. Life can be bitter sometimes, but I think that's another step, which must be passed in life, confident that happiness will come. And now that you're here in my arms, I want to indulge that feeling, when love murmurs lightly in the trough, the river of life that the heart creates.