Стихо

[erleben]

Типо разговор с мужиком, который когда-то выращивал любовь в теплице, а теперь продает пластмассовые сердца и дает мудрые советы за жизнь.

In a Love Boutique

One day, which I can’t call unique,
Though it was hot enough,
I came across a love boutique
And asked to buy some love.

The owner showed me what he had
To make me satisfied.
But on the verge of tears instead
I turned to him and cried:

“I need none of your plastic hearts!
They are not even dead!
I’ve looked for love that deeply starts
And never finds its end.

Why call yourself a LOVE boutique?
You have no love at all!
I’d like to leave you some critique –
Your fraud is mean and small.

Your efforts aren’t worth a damn!”
And looking at my face
The owner said: “I’m sorry, mam.
You’ve chosen a wrong place.

True love is what one cannot buy –
It’s hard to cultivate.
‘twas a greenhouse that I tried,
And after all I failed,

Because true love belongs to both
Engaged in building it.
It’s not a habit or a force…
Alliance, I admit.

Go to the park, or drink some tea,
Or take a distant walk.
And, when get bored, come to me
To have another talk.

But if you meet your fellow-heart,
Please, come to shake my hand
For having love that deeply starts
And never finds its end!”

@темы: СтихоВопли

Comments

[Антея тор]

Мило.. Интересно, на что она надеялась?? )

[erleben]

На то, что желаемое достанется без видимых усилий)) А все, оказывается, не так просто. Но возможно))