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 star that severed us I rapt



The star that severed us I rapt.

The parting long and desolate.

I count days and hours since

When I fly up to reach my dreams.


I long to hear your footfall:

You walk to me down the hall.

I long to see the heaven’s gifts:

Your grace, your shoulders, your lips.


Then I shall touch your gentle arm,

Your tender eyes will me disarm.

For such longed hour’s sake

I may all world and life forsake.




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