I am much obliged to you, my dearest Poetry,
for your inescapable, charming, warm light!
I visit remote ages, countries respondently
as your smallest particle to my delight.
Your value's much higher than cold gold and diamond.
For how many years you and I could not meet!
On having seen me you did not cast your eyes down, and
you turned magic facets of your soul to me
and you lost your full incomprehensibility,
were getting transparent, and calling to fly,
and civilizational more than civility,
o my recognizable water of life!
Your so natural art's no artificiality.
In you I meet everything dreamt, chosen, and wished:
just noble, nice faces and fates, and no shallow thought,
impossible cleaning of soul on admission.
Your word architecture shines brighter than palaces.
Your bricks're picturesque and your colors are fresh.
Your sail above musical sea always balances.
Your truth throws aside calculation and cash.
My dearest, beloved! I am thanking sincerely for
my self-studied plume which you do not reject...
I never had happiness which could be similar.
Concealing no password you raise no objection...
I came and shall leave as your holiday visitor,
an envoy of weekdays which always are rough,
your small candle flaming thanks to your vicinity,
my finest flour from your mill – when time arrives...
You're my quintessential mind, conscience, and consciousness,
my spiritual lighthouse inviting to stars,
mysterious my girl touching rarely and cautiously,
my everything that never ends, never starts...
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