My friend a painter and a poet
Has painted my Love.
At rainy day, on window glass
He showed  miracle for me.
I sat alone without sound
Enjoy my silence best at all
My Love since that time
Was always with to me.
The time came out as before
And it was warmly therefore
When I look at the window glass
At any rainy evening…
I saw an only sorrow
 In My Love’s eyes long time
A dim sign of  boredom
My Love lost her  bright.
My Love lost full her colors,
A nice day died down after it.
My Love is covered by
Dark night shade at all.
Perfect colors chatter,
The play of miracle fire,
My Love does not
Make me so glad.
All tender tones are made pale,
The miracle was vanished at all,
And former lines are  not on it
It’s portrait of apathy!
I look at Love my with no sense
And I am not marry, not angry.
Colorless rest and mute words
It gives me and no more.
And perfect face of my love
Left it’s kind features.
My Love
Will die in me at last so soon.
And drops of boring rain of  course
Will stream on the glass of window mine,
My Love
Is soundless crying and going away.
And bright rainbow of the past days
Will be closed by dust of coming years.
And there will be broken the palette
The memories about it.
The picture is melting on the glass
And I can’t save it any way.
I need to paint this portrait
By any master by the way…
But may be broke the window mine
And dip into another world.
Another bright world of my friend
Real the World of birds and grass.