I thank you for the quietness,

For the bank on which I wasn’t left,

For your soul which gave me happiness,

For letting me know my craft.

 

Yes, I loved, but… in the way I could.

Yes, I laughed, but… in the way of my mood.

When falling I drank and smoked,

But there were always pranks and I joked.

 

I simply knew I was not lonely,

I didn’t repent, I didn’t pretend.

I only wanted my love to be holy.

But…it seemed…I was just mad.

 

I prayed for our love, but more for you,

I prayed for my God but more: to be always with you.

I didn’t divide: this is mine and that is yours

I always tried to accept you by the chores.

 

I fought with myself and with some of the rest,

I tried…. but never wanted to be the best.

I sometimes built the castles on the sand

But always wanted to live on the land.

 

You were sometimes like this or like that,

I was sometimes like that or like this.

You’ve used to say: Let’s hug and kiss!

I used to say: Let’s chat!

 

I am not perfect on the face and inside.

The life, my appearance, and my world, correct?

I’ve never wanted anything from you to hide,

I’ve never understood those who stepped aside.

 

I thank you so much and I quietly bow

For always having a small range of distance.

I would like to show it now

The real and true love exists.

 

I thank you for the truth in feeling,

I thank you for your true love,

I thank you for never knowing that kneeling

And more than that: for my heart stealing.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska