I always think that if I go
To visit you in sadness time,
I`ll kiss you more, I`ll kiss you slow,
I`ll pass through strange immoral crime…
But I`m so shy and don`t believe
You`ll like my mind and love my face.
I really want with you to live
And be by you in any case…
So I`m afraid my mystery.
I don`t believe it to be real.
I want to love and be just free,
I want not cry and sadness kill.
You don`t know me and it is good,
Because I play unequal game.
If I were you I understood
That love and mad are not the same…
Ekaterina Polischuk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-poem-11/
