My dear, alas! my dear,
You found a needed answer
In a gleamy mirror:
You approached my heart
Through the walls of eyes,
You've got my glance,
You know my sacrifice;
I must not kill myself,
but you can kill my soul,
It's all about love,
it's all about war
Within my head and heart
In the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
For those fine eyes
Help me to keep my path.
Your eyes
© Copyright: Кирилл Мозолёв, 2017
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