Usual Autumn midday smelled like old fallen leaves,
Rays of the rising Sun seemed so cold like it dies.
Your eyes's stolen my mind like two criminal thieves,
You looked like God Apollo descending from skies.

Times when Saint Petersburg turned for me really saint,
Now they are just some sheets from the story of mine.
But Your eyes still can make me to feel close to faint,
And Your voice makes me drunk like high quality wine.

Golden hair looked like field with the wheat on sunset.
Your blue eyes were the skies on above golden fields.
Tender smile of Your lips could awake me from dead,
Now this smile is for others. And I can't be healed.

All my figure, so numb, looks like yearning of You,
And my heart beats just hoping to hug You again.
Your sweet name was attached to my tongue like with glue,
And You run in my heart, in my brain, in my veins.

All the reasons of last eighteen years of life,
Was to find You again after saying «goodbye».
But I will never be nor Your lover or wife,
So if Love just a poison, then let me to die...
06.06.2022