A letter Scared in heart I’m still writing this letter Weav’d with words that I dare not say, And I know not if it would be better To hide or reveal them one day. And perchance thou wilt not understand me Through these words I lock in the rhyme, But believe me I shall never blame thee – For not loving me, ‘tis not a crime. In these days of distress and confusion When the hope is a sneer of Fate, I wake myself up from the delusion That my spirit doth strive to create. But thine image with love I retain still – For sweet solace I’ve found in it, Yet my heart in its folly rebels still ‘Gainst the thought that we may never meet. Nay, for nothing I shall ever ask thee, ‘Tis in vain, thou wilt ne’er be mine. Evermore, maybe, lonely I should be, Still I’m scarcely meant to be thine. And by many a path we shall wander As soul mates, separated by fate, And may always we live but asunder, There will be a dream to create. Never, ever will my soul forget thee, And if we e’er meet but to part, Then with autumnal breath I shall send thee All my tears, my smiles and my heart. 14 January 2007 Посвящаю одному человечку, к которому питаю самые нежные чувства... :blush: