Morning, the bed is dented, I left alone,
And how wonderful it began… …
It was a clear day, I was alone,
You came up and I forgot,
What I did, what I wanted, I don’t remember,
You were speechless,
How it came up in a spring day.
We looked at each other,
And it was clear everything without words,
I spent you gently,
And you have never been sopophantically.
I wanted you, always wished you,
And there was no one else,
We got married not noticeably,
Everything was a caliper, as always,
But life is cruel… .
I returned home, and there is a surprise:
Clothing, mumbled bed,
Alien man and all of her.
I was not waiting for an explanation
And no one said them.
You disappeared in the doorway,
And I fell on the bed… .
Morning, bed is dented,
I’m alone, she left,
And how wonderful it began… .
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