She loved him and kissed him
holding him close. She thought
about him, and she was sad
when he went away on journeys.
 

And he looked at her like the puzzle
she was, and wondered, sad, confused:
"Will our love just die one day soon?
Yes, she will leave me, that is shure".
 

So he stroked her hands tenderly,
wanting her, but she drew back,
resenting in his shivers of passion
the loss of herself in such complete devotion.
 

 

Alexander Gerov | library