Kiss Me, Please, as More as You Can.

Why did you call my tender love for you?
I do not want to know because I am sometimes abnormal
I’ll fall down up to your feet on knees I knew
Right now I want to ask, my dear, you: kiss me, please, if it will not be only formal.

It doesn’t matter that there were no birds singing in wintertime
What would help to us to really kiss each other as more as we can
It doesn’t matter that there are a lot of tears as big as a dime
Don’t kill a love that you do get; it’s, maybe, last in life, which already began.

I cannot ask you: “Why did you say when you told me that?”
Why did you present me that joy which I have never had in my short life?
Then let me ask the God: “Whom have I really met,
The Woman or Sky Angel?” It can be fate I looked for it as gipsy did for a sharp knife.

I can’t believe that you can love the others so, as you would love me ever
But you’re a beautiful woman that I have noticed not so long ago
Let it be puppy love, which I would like to save in my heart forever
And not to stand in your way when you have choice and place where you need to go.

I don’t believe that you have watched the others
You nicely know that world is as crazy as I am as well
I do not want to be left to another woman who will not love me like a mother
I do not want to lose you up as sailor lost a hope to save his life when boat wasn’t well.

The time of melting snow
At the end of winter, 2005

Victor M. Nabok