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How can love be measured?
In kilometers, in seconds, in hours?
In the quiet knock of hearts in love?
Or in crying voices?
Maybe just in the warmth
And eyes that got wet from tears
I just want to love
But these words are not all serious
Generally, just measure love
Impossible neither by anything nor how
Only the heart will tell you
Who is your friend in love, and who is the enemy!
* * *
Men are not judged by rank,
Not for the money that they bring to the house.
Not judged by height about a man
Judged not by age about him.
Judged not by dexterity and strength,
Not for fame, which is sometimes empty.
And not by the fact that he is beautiful, -
External beauty will fade.
Judged not for the reason
That around him they take an example.
And in relation to men
To a woman. And this is the main court!
* * *
Morning. The sun. A cup of coffee.
Want instead of milk
Passing the road through heaven
I will add clouds ...
I will add a spoonful of happiness.
You want, not even one.
Your feelings on the palm
I’ll stretch it with coffee.
I will add a handful of smiles.
And your dreams from dreams.
Flower violin music
And also ... your love!
* * *
The child’s soul is pure in holiness
Alive and joyful of love of attention
She is bright, naive and simple
And with inspiration seeks understanding.
The child’s soul lives close
Learning in a family of harmony and brotherhood,
She knows the fate of the road,
Which will lead her once to happiness.
The soul of a child is as light as fluff
She is beautiful and longs for God.
Strengthen his vulnerable spirit
And point to the Truth road.
* * *
A woman has more power
What does her tear say.
Probably because they are beautiful
Her tired eyes ...
They approve and condemn
And exalt, and throw back.
Do not believe those unhappy people
Which "women do not understand"!
To understand them, in general, is not difficult.
They must be heard in silence
And if this is not possible,
That is simple - to believe, as to yourself!
How to believe in the old Icon,
In a family stone churchyard,
In the omnipotence of the law
In the country of swampy birches ...
Love woman love
Discarding bitterness and shame.
Her - go ahead, for everything, I'm sorry.
Do not offend her!
And this will be credited to you later
And maybe not already ...
And Woman, let’s laugh!
And God grant her, more years.
* * *
Beautiful is the one who originally
Lovely God's beauty
Who even in a pause of silence
Calling a smile behind him.
Who is even in sadness and insult,
Shining the sun for us
Who is visible through the darkness and the abyss
And whose voice is heard through eternity.
The one we love is beautiful
From kids to old people,
And how often do we destroy them
Offensive word and line.
And how often we do not resurrect,
And then we will execute ourselves,
For not meeting anymore
The one who was always loved ...
* * *
Some rich man without a soul,
I saw the poor man once.
“Who are you, where are you from? Tell me.
We will not meet with you twice.
You smelled of bad sausage,
Your appearance, clothes - everything is terrible!
The crowd only admires me
You live in the world in vain.
But if met, wait a minute.
I’ll ask a very important question:
You are said to be rich in soul?
And it doesn’t matter with my soul.
Take what you see before you
In exchange, give the soul wealth.
Here’s a jeep, here’s a yacht, a big house ... ”
The rich man giggled with gloating.
While he shocked the scary,
Buy the coveted in the hope
The poor man left with a wave of his hand
In his shabby clothes.
A rich man from such insolence
Felt unwell
Spent a day in the hospital, another.
It happens to everyone.
What happened to him, whom to ask?
Alas, we do not know this.
About this meeting in Russia
People everywhere gossip.
The poor man got rich a long time ago
Built a temple at his own expense.
He did not lose his soul,
His soul is the inheritance of Russia.
* * *
I am a woman, and therefore I am an actress.
I have a hundred faces and a thousand roles.
I am a woman, and therefore I am a queen.
Beloved of all the kings of the earth.
I am a woman, and therefore I am a slave.
Knowing the salty taste of insults.
I am a woman, and therefore I am a desert
Which will incinerate you ...
I am a woman. I am strong in captivity.
But, you know, even if life is a struggle
I am a woman, I am weak to pain.
I am a woman, and therefore I am destiny.
I'm a woman, I'm just a flash of passion
But my lot is patience and work.
I am a woman, I am that great happiness
Which does not cherish at all.
I am a woman, and by this I am dangerous.
Fire and ice forever in me alone.
I am a woman, and therefore I am beautiful
From infancy to old age, gray-haired.
I am a woman and all the roads in the world
Lead to me, not to some Rome!
I am a woman, I am chosen by God
Although this punished him ...
* * *
Paprigunium strikaza
Abaldeal eyes.
Tselii Leta persuaded
Vodka guzzled, Nagami shouted,
And they work ne hater!
Patam and not a flogger!
And goose bumps in the bill,
In a yurt he is in bags of violence -
Tea, apricot, quiche, persimmon ...
Get out for the winter
And Dragonflies laughed at him,
Votka guzzling, naked Baltal!
Are you laughing for what?
Gavarit Murash to him,
Soon wada flies from heaven
Where does your thyme sit?
Strekaza Ha Ha sang,
Farmed and flew away.
Soon with neb vada pashol
Dragonfly to Murash
Wah! Salam! Maroz in the steppe!
You let me go to you.
A paka in the yard of the khan
I will be yours.
And Murash puff puff,
- I thought yours - the coolest?
For a cake spat with a taboo?
Think so dumb ??!
Whole summer
Eat Arak, Nagami Drigal,
Not greeted with me
Kael Atsyuda! Sing the songs!
In this fable there really is,
If you want to eat tasty
Letam nada to work,
* * *
I let Gin out of the bottle.
I have to admit, pretty genie.
Such a spectacular young man
And he offered to fulfill his desires!
Well, what are my desires?
I don’t really believe in magic.
But I decided to be original,
And she kindly asked him:
"Ah, dear Gini, I will not be wise,
I don't need rubies, silver.
You better wipe the floor, wash the dishes
Clean the palace and take out the bucket.
Stroke the laundry, then go to the market,
When you get back, make dinner
And you need to defrost the refrigerator,
And come up with something for dessert. ”
Jin was spinning like a squirrel in a saying
He broke the ceiling, scattered the powder,
I hurt my finger in a coffee grinder,
And he burned his pants with an iron.
And exhausted, fell on the bedspread,
Can neither create nor conjure,
And I whispered in his ear:
"Take a shower, and let's go to bed."
Gene grimaced with a bitter grin:
“Have mercy, Madam, there is already no strength!”
And suddenly he climbed quickly into the bottle,
And tightened the cork tightly.
* * *
A sad hedgehog was walking through the forest:
Eyes, nose, two pairs of legs,
A strange coat on it -
Needles sharp around ...
His life was not sweet -
The needles didn’t lie down smoothly
And sticking out like thorns -
Sharp, rude and scary ...
The wolf and the ferret teased him
Instead of a Christmas tree dressed up
Candy wrappers
Lost their appearance and color ...
Cried bitter tears
Hedgehog with sharp spikes ...
-Here a hare has a fur coat - fluff,
In the soft feathers of a cock ...
Even a squirrel, a wolf, a fox
In soft coats, not in knitting ...
I do not want to be prickly -
Needles to blunt!
But the needles didn’t give up -
Not stupid, not breaking ...
How will he live on?
Who wants to be friends with him?
'Cause he's prickly awful
To be friends with such a danger ...
And it doesn’t matter what the soul
Everyone is kinder with a hedgehog ...
He headed to the village
(Remember the fashionista Bologna)
Got it - scissors are needed -
Cut sharp spikes!
Just met along the road
Wonder Girl ... In Anxiety
My heart sank in my chest
How can I get around it? -
He was afraid he would stab
There is so much pain from the thorns ....
But she took a hedgehog,
She began to iron slowly ...
-Well, don't be afraid, my good one!
Why are you so handsome
Nice little baby!
So funny you sniff!
Hedgehog cringed in fright -
Cause it’ll hurt a miracle friend
But noticed that the spikes
Become soft and tender -
On hand lay meekly
How alive - gently, evenly!
Hedgehog forgot all the insults,
I loved the baby.
... kindness, warmth and affection,
A gentle word, a wise fairy tale
Can be made from "hedgehogs"
The most loyal friends!
* * *
Once a disciple came to an old man,
The question about life was asked directly:
"You know everything. Tell me why
Is our world so indifferent to everything?
And human anger, envy, meanness, flattery
Always only get revenge in return? .. "
The sage thought ... To the youth’s question
He answered the parable, the truth is not melting:
“Once upon a time the country was ruled by the shah.
He was rich, menacing, he inspired fear in everyone ...
And for himself, once ordered
To build a palace - a fairy tale, an ideal,
So that it would not be considered outlandish -
I wanted to amuse my family and honor ...
The palace is ready. There is one room in it
With my secret I drove everyone crazy
In super-precision and clarity of mirrors
The empty, huge hall was reflected ...
And who once got there,
That the mirrors around did not understand ...
One day, a dog got into that room ...
Frightened in fright, "he has grown to the place" -
From all sides - from the walls and ceiling -
Dog pack shrank for a throw ...
Dog and teeth bared
They sent him a sea of evil ...
He barked, and echoed a hundred dogs
They came from barking - there was a stranger in the hall ...
With bitterness, the dog bit the air ...
Of course, I did not know about mirrors ...
But every movement behind him
"Dogs" just repeated, as one ...
From fear, my heart froze in my chest ...
In the morning they found only the unfortunate ...
He was surrounded by "dead dogs" -
The purity of the mirrors reflected them ...
... The world is indifferent and is the same for all ...
Neither kind nor angry is he to the dead and the living ...
But what still hurts us -
Only a reflection of our feelings now!
And, sadly to say,
The world is a mirror ... What are we to blame? "
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Not strong, I just really love
And to me your happiness is more important -
When your feelings tend to zero
I will not become a stone on my neck.
Let now you want to be not with me,
I still need life
Give you happiness at all costs
Even if there is an absence nearby.
* * *
Redrawing awry
Everything in itself, sometimes people do not understand:
They don’t like them not for the fact that everything is wrong -
This is not so because they are not loved.
* * *
it happens sometimes
we just have nothing to talk about.
Yes, I continue to drink.
keep on being
furious.
my whole life is hanged
on a rusty rotten nail.
and you, my sudden guest,
you are all a stranger to me. all.
I'm afraid neither for tea nor for the night
you do not stay
here.
* * *
God sees: I am not your enemy.
And no matter what your flag is.
And no matter what your syllable is.
And no matter what your God is.
* * *
Bed,
Wall,
Square
Window.
Seek
Up
Get drunk
Smack
And hide.
Faces
Rats
On the streets
Capital Cities.
* * *
And the colors, as if on enamel!
I adore all people!
Including those who crap in the elevator ...
* * *
I walked around the city with a smile
Choking on cold shawarma.
I was definitely your mistake
And you are mine, oh my angel.
* * *
I am a very good person.
And somewhere deep down
Second, I don’t want mine
Neither beat, nor cut, nor choke.
* * *
stars spin and fall
the city is falling asleep
I go collect them at night
glue to the ceiling during the day
* * *
Enough to learn
let's radiate
exhausted from the internal heat,
transmit light to each other,
not the fog of swirling steam.
* * *
Enchanted Grotto
Life passes, eternal sleep.
Good for me - I'm in love.
Life passes - a fairy tale - no.
It’s good for me, I’m a poet.
The world is stifling - it’s fresh in the soul.
Good for me, good.
* * *
I dreamed: deadly powerless,
Almost a tenant of grave land,
I was deafly nearing the end.
And a former friend came to bed
And muttering words of curses
I was hit in the face.
* * *
Standing alone in the north wild
Overgrown writer and teak
Cheeks, about to howl.
Alone, he is on the road
It turns out that they are listening to the outskirts of God,
The stars are talking; quotation marks close.
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Protect your soul from evil
Do not let resentment in your heart.
There’s so little heat in life
And through the darkness of enlightenment is not visible.
Take care of your soul from words
What hurts like lead bullets
From empty and pipe dreams
That sometimes beat the heart.
Protect your soul from troubles
Our life is fleeting without them.
Even if there’s no sun,
All the same, the clouds are not forever.
Our days are flying forever
Sins forgive and mistakes.
Even if they don’t forgive you,
You accept everything as it is and with a smile.
Protect your soul from evil
And don't let her get lost on the way.
After all, no matter where fate leads -
Without a soul, it’s very scary to stay.
* * *
I came for happiness, here are my hands ...
God, take pity, share a little ...
It’s very important for people to wake up
That the hope is alive that you cannot give up ...
The line of happiness in your crowd
But there are many more who are afraid
To join this queue ...
But after all, happiness is also useful to them ...
I will give passersby happiness grains ...
Close and not so, red and blondes,
The poor, and the rich, locksmiths, poets ...
There are simply no unworthy happiness in the world ...
After all, when you meet good smiles,
You immediately forget about your problems ...
And when someone warms the soul,
That means happiness does happen ...
You need to look back, you need to take a closer look ...
Maybe, in someone’s heart, fortunately, the door is hidden ...
But do not be afraid to knock on this door ...
Before love is better not to resist ...
And people crowded, took a place ...
Someone wants money, someone becomes a bride ...
For some, happiness is sharing gossip ...
The queue is big ... Everything flickers faces ...
I came for happiness, here are my hands ...
I see, it’s empty ... Birds pecked crumbs ...
But with a wise smile God answered me,
That the smile of loved ones is happiness too ...
* * *
Do not go to your own past
Do not disturb memory in vain
Do not bring back good from youth
It is both sad and beautiful
Do not seek purification now
From sin or stupidity unintentional
Do not fix past transgressions
It is both beautiful and sad
Do not torment the soul with the impossible:
"…had…",
"…I'd…",
"... if it were anew ..."
Not implemented - false
What did not happen is deceptive ...
Truth is harsh and valid
Every moment - with victories and dramas
Truth, alas, is not relative
A - with specifically pink scars
And let it remain yesterday -
Nature reserve. That will not be forgotten
Do not lose a drop of the present ...
See the new ... And may it come true.
* * *
You know, it happens - Happiness is in your palm
On a very ordinary evening, it suddenly makes sense ...
The wind will fall asleep in the eyelashes, but in the morning will not remember
That came at night crazy thought.
You know, it happens - summer just comes
Warm June wind, driving echoes from the roofs.
The pain disappears at midnight to come with the dawn
Into the world of semi-children's tales, where you sleep today.
You know, it happens, and anyway, tomorrow
This whole world will disappear in flames of a fire
Happiness is forever the specter of that theater,
Where we played roles (albeit not ours) yesterday.
You know, it happens - it doesn’t hurt at all -
On vacation sending the mind quietly go crazy
Just once you say: “Enough, enough of me!”
Anesthesia again fog creeps into the soul.
You know, it happens - you’ll just understand that Happiness is
It's quite a bit, maybe nothing
Maybe just dancing with your fingers on your wrists
The main thing is a person to each his own.
* * *
Gift of September or Indian Summer
Came to my birthday for September once,
Three summer months, three sultry, hot brothers:
Young June, Mature July and Senior August,
They brought gifts with them, and after drinking a little,
They asked: - “Dear September, what are you not cheerful?
Why did you hang curtains from the rain around?
Don’t be shy, tell us dear brother,
Do you need what for happiness? After all, are you rich?
Warehouses, barns are full of grain and vegetables,
And how many apples, melons, pears and grapes,
In the forests of the meadow: and mushrooms and juicy berries,
We don’t understand, you explain what you need? "
"Are you stupid men like baobabs ?,
Why all this if all the women have dressed?
On your nude-style beaches, Olya and Jeanne,
And I just got to look at the eggplant! ”
Augustus answered: “I understand everything, and I declare:
I’ll extend the Velvet season for a month!
Take heat and light for you at the warehouse,
We’ll give it to you, brother September, we are “Indian Summer!”
And from that time, the days of September are warmed with warmth,
And there is no finer pore than Indian Summer!
Is it always cool in October and November?
Yes, they’re just old, they don’t need women!
* * *
For all the friends scattered around the world
Who I loved and whom I love
Whose warmth was so warm
For them, darlings,
I pray to God.
Send them strength
Good luck and health
And do not leave them at the most difficult hour.
Bless and bestow love
To keep the smile on my eyes.
So that the house is a bowl full and beautiful,
So that the clouds pass by
So that Motherland is always loved,
And friendship remained expensive.
And let friends scatter the world
My prayer will find everyone
And entering the house like the first ray of dawn
With a blessing will bring.
* * *
Do not call indifferent -
All will not respond - anyway.
In addition to external organs,
Probably no longer given.
Look for those who hear you
In the crowd he will know, call
With a thin thread over
Fate will strongly advise you.
Hold on to those arguing with you,
Remained in the main at the same time.
Who shared the tears of sorrow
And stormy joy wine.
Trust those who believe the call
Bells, not coins,
Who measures your conscience with your measure,
Whose yes is yes! But "no" - so no!
Hurry to those who crave a meeting,
Who is waiting for you as a personal holiday.
With whom once a year lived an evening
Nourishes the soul for a year.
Keep those who are dear to the heart,
Who is not dominated by time.
Who then leads you uphill,
When the top is not visible.
How many illuminated by the light
On our journey of life -
May God meet them. And wherein
God forbid, find yourself in yourself!
* * *
I ask ... God of Happiness for you ...
Not fleeting, but earthly ...
I ask you to keep you loving
From evil people and from a bad word ...
I ask for love ... beautiful, like a charge ...
And tender, like lilies of the valley in spring ...
I ask ... God of peace for you ...
And the blue sky ... above you ...
And He will ask: "Tell me, my child,
What does this person mean so much? ”
I will answer: “He is just a friend to me!”
And God will understand: -It can not be otherwise !!!
* * *
Wealth once knocked
To the forester alone in the house.
- Go away, wealth doesn’t matter to me
Without Love in my house.
Well, then Love knocked.
“Go away,” he answered her again. -
After all, I threw out Wealth first.
Without him you will die, love
Friendship at home knocked later.
He let her into the house out of boredom
But love and wealth are behind her
Without asking, they entered in a hert.
Neither Love nor Wealth can you drive away
If you invite Friendship to the house,
So it's time for friends to pour,
And for Friendship we all need to drink !!!
* * *
It’s easy to make friends with simple people,
Whose life is not ruined by fuss.
Their soul, like a spring in the wilderness,
And selfless and pure.
It’s easy to make friends with simple people,
Who knew everything, and take-off, and pain.
And who is his own name,
like a banner does not carry before him.
And our friendship is selfless.
Everything is clear in her, like twice two.
Are you lucky or booed
For them all is tryn grass
There is only us and our friendship.
Reliability is like a door bolt ..
And in between, if necessary,
A shoulder and a couple of strong words.
* * *
I'll give you a drop of summer
You just stretch your palms
Gently put the dawn
Or the sun is hot at its zenith.
I'll pour the dope of summer herbs
And a pinch of morning mists
And then, having collected a bouquet of winds,
I will grow on you without cheating.
And honey lime dawn
And the sunset I give, so hot.
And the moon beckoning light
And I will give thunders of thunder to boot.
Nothing sorry for friends
You take it, let the summer laugh.
And let it be a little warmer
You in the shower, warmed by the attention.
* * *
Know, my friend, enmity and friendship are worth the price,
And do not sin by a hasty court.
Anger at a friend can be instant
Pour while you are in no hurry.
Maybe your friend hurried himself
And you offended by chance,
A friend obeyed and obeyed
Don’t remember his sin.
People, we grow old and dilapidated
And with the passage of our years and days
It's easier we lose our friends
Finding them is much more difficult.
If a faithful horse, injuring his leg,
Suddenly stumbled, and then again,
Don't blame him, blame the road
And do not rush to change the horse.
I ask you people for God's sake
Do not lose your kindness.
There are not many friends on earth
Beware of losing friends.
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Searchlights light up
At the lighthouse.
And butterfly sail
Flickers in the distance.
Extinct sky
Drop the star.
And tomorrow I am at sea
I’m not coming anymore.
Long packed
Seashells catch ...
I say goodbye to the sea
I know how without words.
* * *
The cat jumped onto the bench.
He is tired and wants to sleep.
And its like a battery,
need to charge again.
(Fish, not current, of course. Otherwise, you will be its current,
and then say that I advised that.)
There is no fish, you can meat.
Sausage will do.
True, there are enough sausages
just an hour and a half.
* * *
She lived in a frying pan
and a cat lived next door to her
and thought: “This is wrong,
that the lady lives in the dishes:
and harsh and dirty and blowing
anyone gets yes to eat ...
There are many around
much more convenient places!
Do not be angry, mistress, do not argue! ”
And now - the pan is empty:
cutlet in warmth and comfort
lives in the stomach of a cat.
* * *
Imagine in a landfill
May morning
bloomed
violets!
In the middle
bottles
rags
rubber
Two flowers bloomed pale blue!
A flowered landfill pulled in:
"Once blooms on me,
sorry,
violet,
So I'm not a dump anymore
sorry!
Do without me
as you wish!"
And so it was all around
all clear,
Wrote
very large and distinct
On the box from the Tulumba cookies:
* * *
Mom is at home?
No mom.
Mom came out
In Internet.
Mom looking
In the Internet
How are you
In the white light.
Drinking coffee
Through the eyes leads:
What is there
Does the world happen?
Mama,
I will tell you!
In the world i
I'm going!
* * *
The tired sun is hiding in the river
The night is coming, the darkness is thickening ...
Something the sheep cannot sleep today,
The dream does not come to the poor fellow in any way!
* * *
But the sheep have a reliable remedy.
Again the lamb's eyes close:
- One, man,
- Two, man,
- Three, man ...
And falling asleep ...
* * *
When I look at you I feel pain
The pain of not being able to be with you
I really want to hug you
Press to yourself and kiss you on the lips
I want to be with you every minute
So that we walk with your hand
I want you to love me
But I'm a little ugly for you
You know that i love you
And I'll never stop loving you
* * *
I will treat you with love
From diseases and other ailments ...
I will hide you from inclement weather
I'll get your tender hands
I'll kiss you lightly
And I whisper in my ear "I want" ...
Angels will know about us only
And watch how I fly from happiness ...
And then the star will shine for us ...
This is our love sign.
It is eternal and strong ...
And we will prove to everyone, it's like -
Love goosebumps
Before boiling blood in the heart ...
It’s like an illness ...
But no need to hurt from love.
After all, the sick love of all is worse ...
This is not a sip of happiness.
Jealousy in her and fear of eternal loss,
A weight chain with heavy legs ...
The distance between us again ...
But it will not spoil love.
I will heal your wounds with verses
How do you heal my calls ...
* * *
Why are you so cruel to me?
With swearing words
Well, how much can I endure? Well, how much?
I'm trying to understand you
And bursts of tenderness from where?
Where, if not love?
You're like a bad cold
I catch a cold again and again
Your breath on your neck
All my life I want to feel
But you slam the doors
In my face again
I really want you to believe me
He told me about feelings at least once
You close the doors again
And again the tears at the same hour
Well how am I crying tired
In the chest a huge lump to hold
Well, how much longer am I left?
From the pain in the corner to tremble
After all, the disease has two outcomes
At strong, he is always alone
I'm freezing in hot weather
After all, the one who does not love freezes ..
* * *
I sit alone every night
And I look at your photos
I dream about every night
That someday we'll be together
Every evening I feel more and more sad
After all, I already understood everything a long time ago
We will never be with you
I can never love
It’s a pity that you won’t read it.
And you won’t understand my sadness
It’s a pity that I will always be alone
It is unfortunate that we will not be together
'Cause I loved you so much
And nobody loves so much in the world
* * *
Do you want me to become a muse?
I will inspire you.
Do not be afraid, I will not become a burden
I will glorify you.
I'll be as quiet as the sea
It happens in full calm.
I'll take your grief
Even hundreds of miles.
Do you want me to become noisy?
I will broadcast to the whole world!
Do not want? I will become reasonable.
I will not shout: "My idol!"
Do you want me to become tender?
We will be silent with you.
Do you want me to be the same
Just to inspire you.
Do you want me to become fragile?
Like the first January snow.
I'll be your little darling
We will live without interference.
Do you want me to become life?
Which you have become for me.
I will give you wings
And also a little heat.
Do you want me to become the wind?
You can breathe me
I can even become ashes
Just to inspire you ...
* * *
I want to fall in love! To the pool with your head!
Without quarrels and in sorrow and in joy
And in the morning inhaling the smell of sweets
I know that only mine!
Want! To make my head spin
So that your heart beats to the beat of yours
So that the moments with you last forever
And life gave us two a chance.
Want! With strong hands
You directed me a little bit.
To feel your strength,
So that together we went a thorny path.
Want! To be caring and reliable
He was worried when I was not at home.
So that for every step my was anxious
And said with admiration that I am yours.
Want! To prove that you love
Not in words, but in deeds.
I want to be a worthy husband
So that happiness can be seen in your eyes.
Want! With you, I be happy
And give you children.
I want you to be happy too
And he was in the family, you, the main thing.
Want! I live life with you
Happy and long as a thread.
I want us to become a family
And every day you are stronger to LOVE!
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