V. Speys "Philosophy of Love"

Here inВ the crowd, you are not visible.

And fearing that IВ willВ lose

So, my favorite.

IВ run and glance,

And, having found, IВ sing inВ my heart.

– Is that you? Nadia, hello!

How are you? And how do you live?

– Not really, you know.

IВ knew you would find itВ me!

– Can together, are you far?

– Not! I’m married already…

It broke off, something bending,

The heart sank inВ the shower.

Loneliness

Like ringing funeral scary.

As the crypt cools the imagination.

And even say noВ sin

You’re lonely, no regrets.

IВ would run toВ the galleys inВ chains,

The whip ofВ the slave driver,

IВ would love toВ take blows

For aВ friend, at the deserted coast.

But no, I’m alone without friends in this life.

Drag existence somehow.

Although IВ have, maybe something extra,

But all this is so outwardly.

InВ the soul ofВ desolation andВ loss

Those days that went through together,

With you that was once,

Now inВ heart you live mine.

IВ wrote aВ portrait with Muses

IВ wrote aВ portrait with the Muses visible,

The lines went flat and the syllable.

As if I’d met my beloved,

With waterfall curls hair.

Trembled and smell like flowering,

As aВ motive lays down my syllable.

He is inВ your eyes. InВ the spring

Reflected inВ drops b could.

No, these poems are few,В few.

Need toВ portrait thee write.

ToВ make the lines more beautiful

Rainbow colors them to find…

AВ phrase out ofВ place

Old Phrase meaning is simple,

Sometime, with someone very famous,

She fluttered aВ simpleВ bird

From the cell ofВ words, it is open.

Then inВ the space ofВ phrases

She was relevant and needed.

And soon toВ the heights ofВ dreams

From easy toВ famous ascended.

So became the phrase that winged.

But soon tired ofВ everything.

And suddenly disappeared from the mouth somewhere.

Where? InВ aВ book atВ all?

But our Phrase wants toВ rotate

InВ the circle ofВ modern winged phrases.

Out ofВ place with the mouth toВ break,

Among not relevant phrases.

All went passedВ by

Thou passedВ by,

Did not notice again.

Looking, as razor,

As sharp word.

Maybe thou would come toВ life,

InВ my fairy tale true.

What was once,

What has become covered with dust.