I loved you in the spring,
Even in summer in the heat of summer.
Deciduous at times,
Yellow autumn, winter.

I cuddled in bed
In the caresses of close kissed.
And the years have flown like this,
Elder decrepit so I became.

And love is no longer on-those
And the passions do not need me.
In a boarding school,
I remember about you.

I remember winter, spring and summer,
I love myself in my dreams.
Without teeth and on a diet
Miyakish-bjakish mouth chew.

A. A. Kiselev

12.27.16