Knife of life

I can’t imagine how’d my life
Allow me to feel that I am alive
Without meeting with my wife
When we were young ’n’ non-qualified.

I felt in love with her like light
That runs through universe of night.
Not only was I stabbed by her love’s knife
But also caught ’n’ terrified.

And even now, in its own right,
My heart is bleeding day and night.
That’s blood of passion and delight,
Not what you’d thought ’n’ qualified.

Alas, my friends, I have no sight
To live another life alright
Without being like a flight
In her eyes’ heavens ’n’ starlight.

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Иллюстрация взята из аккаунта Martin Verdi