This poem we dedicate to all the people who think that the Real Love arguments only by the special paper and deprived of any power without a stamp of the law.Epigraph:
Stranger:Did you call me?
Lady of the ring:Yes.I wanted to sau to you that our 1st date will be in the 3 years.
Stranger:Too long...can you hasten the time?
Lady of the ring:I can nothing.
Stranger:...or everything...
Lady of the ring:I only see everything.
Stranger:Where should I find you?
Lady of the ring:Open your eyes!
(Anuma Alish.)
Who cares about where we're living?
Who wants to know us from inside?
The roads we're taking,creed we're keeping,
The things that bring us to the life?
Who knows what was the main reason
Of those events?-Try to find?
Pass over love-here is the treason,
The battle between "good" and "right".
Who saw the face behind the nice smile?
Shaking the hand,who felt the fist?
Who was so blind,confused the real style
With banal picture of the week?
What can you say about 2 wimen
Every of them had own part:
The one who asked the help of people,
And one who prayed the help of God.
Along the wall, until the corner
Now silence changed the way of laugh
The one who was a real lover,
And one who had the Real love.
The voice of organ thawed in the air
Listening the cry of Paganini's string...
The courtains done.It was the fairytale
About the nameless Lady of the ring.
