You were searching the whore of tales
To destroy this heinous creature
But your secret was gently unveiled,
Cause she saw your beautiful features.

You were beautiful not with your youth,
Not with those rainy resinous hairs
But with stregth your right to dispute
As a precious Bulgarian heir.

Cause for long you did know her power
To discover uncontable treasures
And your masters had  goal to devour
All her beauty - meretricious pleasures.

She was innocent, she was seeing your soul
Through your eyes which were black stormy cloud.
And she knew your body"s just bowl
Which they"ll break with a noisy applaud.

She was wise, cause she saw your blood
Which was flowing into your veins
And she knew it is not only mud
Which is ment to be washed with the rain

And she loved wih her power and glory
Which she put as a gift in your feet.
She created the end of the story
How the world will for ever proceeed.

As a gratitude you turned to Boreigh
And you left your demon"s intentions.
You create in her eyes every day  
Tiny sparcles of naughty temptation.





 

   Дано и А и В да са такива, и тогава равенството е извън Омега на математиката... :-))
   Привличат се и се споделят извън пространството и време,  и ако те ги срещнат, се анихилират всички дефиниции на любовта...
(... както и оценки на поезия... :-))))
   Щом не е цитирано, предполагам че е твое, за което те поздравявам,  даже и да не е!
   Лекс