Leave me a piece of summer
Where was I you.
Happy and warmed by the heat:
Was the epitome of beauty.
Leave me July morning
Crystal pure dew.
Was lovely as the dawn,
Even in moments of solitude.
Leave me August nights
And sky, underneath it was you.
I will not forget your weird eyes
And tenderness the touch of your hands.
Large shower the sun had replaced.
Perhaps the fall has touched the soul.
Perhaps, and I was happy.
Interesting, and whether you're happy?
Forgotten all the talk, anticipation and...
With the aching pain in my heart tore at every moment.
And yet it was not exactly love
It should burn, not smolder.