Letters to Love. Long poem.

dedicated to Morena Baccarin

Two: There's a man with whom I don't
Want have a few common affairs,
Whose calls don't encourage to lend
To bumping phone warm friendly hand,
And might be so, that all his fond
Hopes-waits of me will be repaid as
He has it feeling... Karma's wont!
He will not get the answering letters
From me. And I will, for these matters,
Must not, despite the timeless bond.
But, if you've read, I'll mount my mettle
And won't stop write. This crow is blond!
I will atone my faults in test of
Life in the hope-and-sadness land.

© Nemoybereg. 2003th year.

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