For above life - love

For above life - love
Maria Khamzina
Each of us sometimes believes – Romeo alive,
He writes on the walls at random, blood on the clouds…
Your vineyard a young Shulamith,
Myrrh touch your Breasts-he hasn't come yet.
The arrows of your love YHWH did not oparil,
But Solomon's reaching for the string.…
Here is a series marking the Juliette railings,
Lunar reading a mark on the young grass.
He hasn't come yet, but the masquerade is
Beats in his chest, his heart burns…
...Young Shulamith, sleep in a tent myself,
Only the first lips wipe the smell of it…
Your Solomon is like God, his brown shoulders,
The rings of his hair sanctified your marriage.…
... The nurse carries the letter, only the words are small,
Honey, come to me, it doesn't matter how
There will be our life, the night ahead-to the bottom,
Our Lord is love, what do we care about their enmity?
... Moan in the river of time eternal names,
Each of us sometimes…
Will you last forever?