To S. L.
His name is ocean of the shine,
His eyes are deserts of the dream,
His lips are sugary divine
And he is God of Sun, it seams.
His hair’s like rivers of the night,
His arms are stronger, than the wind,
That, who don’t see his sacred light,
I think, can just only envy!
His smiles are brilliants of kings
And you can’t take your gaze from him,
I am so happy, when he sings,
His voice is clear, like a stream.
If he’s not now that naive guy,
He’ll always be love only my…
The 17th of September, 2007, 21:50
