I. My confession
March 14, 2025 at 5:27 AM
It’s all nothing less
Than my you confession.
And if you would like
You can call it obsession
But I want to dance
With you under rain,
Share my fairs
And share your pain,
Read books out loud
In forget-me-not valley,
Visit together theaters
Or gallery.
Laugh to the sound
Of the guitar…
Candles on the cake
Or shooting star
My wish will always
Be you, always same.
And no-one, I’m sure,
Will ever me blame.
But you will not know —
I won’t let exception.
It’s all nothing more
Than just my confession.