Faraway Sonet
Even wasps remember faces.
Why can’t yours appear in my mind?
Slowly disappearing in traces
but they’re neither yours, nor mine.
I forgot you; please, forgive me.
Other man has grabbed my heart.
He is eager just to see me –
our love is not so hard.
It is hot, my soul is burning -
like in hell it’s just returned.
But it’d rather light for turning
there’s something left – not burnt.
I am his and he is mine,
our love is so divine!
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