Irina Tarasova - Earth maiden. Poetry about love

We met you on the verge of summer,
how long we went to each other.
In the excitement, the love of hopes are warmed,
in the eyes of salvation we have found.

That’s the end of the evening correspondence
and the time zone is no longer important.
My dear friend, oh my God!
How close you are!

You support me, I’m not brave at all.
You smile when I become ridiculous,
you hug when words are superfluous.
I won’t stop loving you now.

After all, I have a surplus of feelings now.
We will tell you now in the ear
how life is complicated,
insidious and beautiful.

I was a friend, and you were a girlfriend,
now a completely different fairy tale.
We were separated by kilometers of time,
because there are unresolved problems.

And the memory of joyful moments
caresses the feelings of my dilemma.
We alone know how we were together,
now we dream of meeting again.

A bed of fire, you haven’t cooled down yet.
I have known passion and tenderness and love!

It happens that a full-flowing river
in the quicksand,
two will dream when the lips dry up
from the wind of changes harsh in the destinies.

They go to meet at random, like a mirage,
the smell of a river visible in the distance,
believing in hope and luck,
a sip of a dream among the sands is salvation.

And, finally, they find a paradise,
an oasis of happiness and love, and
drink greedily, not remembering about the reality
that calls them to their former places.

The desert path is far away,
and we must hurry,
with the arrival of night, the cold comes,
so I want to hide and make a fire
so that I have a clear dream.

About that oasis, as a salvation,
about the feelings of a new birth.
About how, having drunk each
other’s dream, they never parted again.

How fleeting time is,
When breathing in unison.
When you’re happy to be together,
you don’t notice the date.

Eye to eye, hand to hand,
and you’re the happiest, however.
To feel love stronger,
there is separation in the world.

But after the meeting,
I’m not afraid of her anymore.
And I am many times stronger now.
I’ll compare it with an expensive seasoning.

Which will give a simple dish a taste.
She’s my ally, I know. There are many facets to
a happy relationship. And yet, I want to hear from you:
«Darling, I’ll be back to you soon».

Because of routine conversations,
I can’t hear my soul.
What should we do now with you,
maybe we just need to be silent?

Silence, peace, and again I will hear
a quiet voice from my soul.
But now she will tell
you how sad she was without you.

Where is the golden mean
that keeps the boundaries of our faces?
Guards and protects us
from unnecessary words, empty insults.

Tell me, my closest friend,
how not to lose in the routine of days,
what is called joy,
the joy of communicating people.

To love, you don’t need to try.
You will understand everything when
you wake up in the morning,
suddenly smile, and notice
that all thoughts about him will only be.

But also try to love your equals,
not to humiliate your dignity.
Not that you will suffer for their sins,
for their deceptions, they don’t care.

Love your equals according to your liking,
to be sure that you know him as much
as you know yourself. And once you’ve found people like
yourself, love them for their purity.

For the feelings for you, love with your heart,
appreciate them for their depth. Do not allow anything