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[CHichaGlisha]

DECLARATION OF LOVE

Devil Incarante,You stand before me -
And I call You 'Angel'.
Tear my heart out and crush it
And I would still say that I Love You Only.
You control my Soul so completely
I didn't even know that I fell
And altho I know I'm just a puppet
To You; I Love You Only.
And I don't care if You're Laffing,
I just wanted You to know
That I'd kill my own mother -
But Only for You.
And if You really do care nothing
At all; I just wanted You to know,
That I Love You like no other
Can do; Only You.
And my own life means nothing,
I don't have any joy,
I'll neva eva know any peace at all
If I can't have You.
And I swear "My blood in place of Yours,Darling"
You only need to ask,Boy,
And I'll watch ova You for evamore -
Loving Only You.

[Bazarov]

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Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.

(1829)

А.С. Пушкин

[izabelitta]

I Am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimallight of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

Silvia Plat