Nine years you are my comrade by Ann Wood9 years now you are endured! I'm not an easy character, but you're beside me! You love me and forgive me everything! I will need at least another 10 at 9 to prove to you how much I love you!
I do not want to be your deity,
that deities are easily in love.
It does not feel how, when, what,
but something necessarily destroys them.
And the greatest love, forgive,
for you I do not want to be too.
She dies, and without wanting you,
in the comfortable closet of each house.
I only want with sincere eyes
with you to divide both the bread and the bed.
And as funny as it sounds,
I want your companion to be in life.
That your God easily changes man.
That new love is greatest.
And with our comrade in our difficult days
death alone separates us only.
Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2019-02-21 at 03:34
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