Deep sense of these words...
Shows the strange concept,
Which time without having allowed to tell...
We do a hasty conclusion...
And I have got tired....
After all you do not hear me...
I Again try, to Bring in your reason
Usual it seemed here words.
But you do not wish to hear them,
They are fine...
In them all essence...
And why you And why there can not be you
And why you can not grow fond cannot leave...
And I love, though did not love.
Forgive....
I the truth cannot any more,
Yes I love, but I love another...
Though the truth to me always on heart it is good,
When though a lightning but flies by in we wash consciousness a name.
And the name that belongs to you...
After all I love but
I can not so more
I am compelled to leave...
To realise all value of the lived centuries....