With the warm breath of spring winds,
The shy rustling of leaves, petals,
The hot embrace of summer gardens,
With the tart smell of fragrant flowers,
With the sweet stomp of children's footsteps,
The bitter taste of autumn fruits
Loved silently, without prim words,
Red diamonds, sapphires, flowers,
Loved innocently, without the fillers of lies,
All I wanted in return was a piece of love....
Stronger than absinthe is the potion of dreams,
Like the poison of belladonna, the drink of love,
If you freeze from the winter winds,
I'll warm you with a broth of heart and tears!
Leyla Yusupova.