The most inexhaustible, sublime, tender, and infinitely thorny subject for creativity is the theme of love. All poets of the world wrote, write and will write about this immense, marvelous, and deep feeling - poems, sonnets, dedications. And I'm one of them, who is trying to learn and understand my own self in the vast ocean of human happiness and misery, which name is love




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The spring of love has gone, alas!




The spring of love has gone, alas! -

Time of mute signs, words’ senseless buzz,

When our eyes could tell at once

How dear’s hour when we met.


Dreams’ visions are becoming past:

To upward skies they would take us,

Where is no space, no weight of time,

Where only clouds, you and I.


Tempestuous days have oozed away:

Full of hot passion then were they

Which burned my heart and from within

Lit happy sun, lit generous sun. 



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