Philosophy of Love

© V. Speys, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0059-4200-5

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

The sunset was running in a wavy, slow river.

Through its yellow light streamed

Your image is golden…

Quiet, ingratiating walking

The night is filled with you,

The street has passed.

Morning, the light dawn,

Radiant play

Following led.

The day went on with a clear light.

And a beam of amber dressed,

Shone with fire.

Only you are not with me

Do not be warmed by your love

Paints fade in it.

Moon foliage silvered

And Ray, casually dropping,

The young girl, has forgotten

Illuminating the window.

And Ray Selena, surprised,

Struck by young beauty,

Froze in amazement,

Admiring virgin’s nudity.

The moon, his casting, having committed,

In heaven, among the stars fell asleep.

Shining mountain letting go,

Ray, asleep granny.

And the Ray, suddenly, felt the force

Radiance brilliance and beauty.

Think of myself, as the Moon,

As an important page in height.

And the girl dreamed of a prince,

Battled by virgin nudity

To the Persians, bowing down.

His own, touching the beauty…

A warm evening floats towards sunset,

In a gray haze doze home.

And silently sings sonata

The setting Day of Silence.

Outside the window the ocean shines,

The moon spreads fairy tale.

Through the rays arises, sculpted,

An image of a pretty woman, a wave.

The windows of the room are translucent.

A light shadow slides the moon.

And mysteriously, strangely, mysteriously.

In the moonlight she appeared…

Already standing before me shyly,

A look sad at the drooping.

The golden Wavy hair are loose,

Soft curls gentle motive.

The night replaced the sunset

Already in the shine the moon, sleeps at home.

Only, barely audible, sings the sonata

Moon tale Silence.

The transparent sky burns,

On tapes of clouds, gold, throws.

Crystal yellow leaf.

The sunset, dimming, fades away…

My beautiful, shy,

You bare my shoulder.

Light up pearl shine…

A smooth hand touched

The waves of the body…

And, startled, you are tense.

The waves through the fabric are translucent,

Sigh gently under the canvas.

And anxiously, in a fit of passionate,

Impatiently ripped off he…

So before me, in the twilight,

Wavy, slow river, sunset was running.

Through its yellow light streamed

Your image is golden.

Above the fast run of vernal waters,

Already buds blossomed.

The trees a slender arch,

On the branches of small leaves.

The moon in the silence of the night stands.

Haystacks cast shadows.

The river glitters in its rays

A wave of foam is full.

And is a girl in the waves of the river

Frolicking, as fish slid,

Foam in them, the wave drove.

Over the waves the girl lifted,

Under the moon river caressed her.

Above the fast run of vernal waters,

Already buds blossomed.

And brighter than the moon’s sky,

Gentle early leaves.

You are no longer with me

In the depths of fast waters.

Only the memory of you sings:

– “You were once proud of her!

That girl in the waves of the river,

What fish slid with you,

That foam hid in them,

That dance with the wave drove…

You remember, wounded, behind her,

Cupid’s arrow in the heart,

Dived! Already near, with her!…

Do girls have a heart singing?!”

Oh! How beautiful was!

Spring, loose buds.

And the bank of the river is a cliff,

And the first love sprout.

I do not believe in myth, no, I do not believe.

But, in reality, I met with you.

From my fairy tale you may be inspired.

I feel a breeze in the spring…

Even in the fields the grass was not green,

Another sprout did not come to life on the crowns.

And I saw everything in the green of the oak,

And I heard your singing voice.

I hear voice the spring,

I recognized him in the rustle of foliage.

From my fairy tale he may be inspired,

That light breeze from Spring.

I recognized you in everything:

In the glow of the sun golden

In the exact harmony of birches,

In the crystal droplets of thunderstorms.

She lived only in the heart of reality

You sang, echoing the nightingale.

In the clear silence of the night

I met with you alone.

In the moonlight you came,

By the surface of the lake floated.

Canoe magical with Silence

They introduced with you to me.

But in the morning it was time.

The sky is already near dawn.

And the Night leaves us in a hurry,

And Canoe with you runs away.

Then I rush him.

I grab the prow… I stand alone.

I sometimes had a dream like that.

And so, I met with you.

And you only lived in it,

And I was lonely in the afternoon.

But by chance, in reality,

I recognize your myth in you.

That voice that rings in the creek.

Now I am attracted to you.

In the eye of the lake to look.

Dip your eyes in them.

Birch slender torso.

And you’re a hot kiss to,

May the world suddenly become a living myth

And the sun’s ray, your warmth.

And the sky with pure dawn.

And we met together with you…

I recognized you in everything:

In the glow of the sun in gold,

In the exact harmony of birches,

In the crystal droplets of dew.

But by chance, in reality,

I recognize your myth in you.

That voice that rings in the creek.

Now I am attracted to you.