Love you so genuinely-warmly-affectionately call,
Like a hostess with berries in her garden,
As if mother-kitty kitten,
As kids in the winter a snow slide.
Love you like the sun early autumn,
Poppies in the rye, as birds trees,
Like a Lion's city,
Like maple leaves and Rowan moose.
Love you like the morning after the night,
Like coffee, which has already become an attribute,
I'd savor you,
If only fate had brought us face to face.
I'd wear you on my wrists,
If you didn't swing the other one on your heart.
I can't fight her.
Let so, but beware, you wish happiness.
