My love, goodbye!
It's time to bloom.
Without a shadow of false doubt,
Self-digest, delay
Another found you have a paradise.
Acquaintance - pathetic novel:
At the feet of the charming queen
Ex-admirals, filibusters,
Awnings, peers, gentlemen,
Bewitched everyone look-trap.
She circled around languidly,
Power was playing in her eyes
Smiles gave a couple,
I stopped my eyes on me
Craftily called to the throne.
Cheating sweet night came,
In the madness flourished caress
I performed everything on orders
The bodies intertwined in a wild dance,
Smoked spicy butter.
Carbon melted with birds singing.
Asking for a goodbye gesture
Crouched to my hand in trembling.
There was a voice deaf, already sobbing
From the prayer of my mouth they rushed.
Smirk - instead of plump lips,
Pretenses are ripped off clothes
Mrs. answers are careless.
In unconsciousness and without hope,
I was defeated, Monogamous.
Charm looked into the hall,
And chose a favorite.
Having reached the beauty of the zenith,
She did not know the deficit,
Anyone would fall at her feet.
I do not promise the desired paradise
Henceforth royal alcoves,
Attractions cast off the shackles,
Casanova crowded in the doorway.
Loving goodbye!
"It bore a great cloud,
In her eyes igrala force, "
It is not exactly in the suit and percussion rhythm. Try another option. Well, at least:
- Hall predatory glance,
In the eyes of arrogance, lust, strength.
"I was turned back, alone."
Here this term is not quite appropriate. Monogamy is manifested after years of attachment, here was a one-time event.
Maybe better:
- I was defeated and stupid.
But in general, not bad. The chosen style was sustained in all stanzas. In our times, this is already good.
And the meaning is quite accessible:
Whack-Whack, op, carry it away,
Whack-Whack, op, give better fresh thing ...
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Eugene, thanks for the comment, he was much more benevolent than I could have imagined. Before publishing, I rewrote this work three times, trying to sustain the style and semantics. There was even a cowardly thought, not to advertise this poem. We have already discussed in past poems that multi-line stanzas are not my fad. Flaws, of course, correct. Thank you! See you soon.
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