Стихокатарсис

Анастасия Панова

Стихи исцеляют душу как автора, так и читателя… Между тем, они лишены какого-либо вымысла, все описанные события автобиографичны…

Real Love

Real Love’s Miss Understanding,

She doesn’ t think only of herself,

She respects other persons’ shining,

She doesn’ t put everyone on one shelf.

Real Love never fades away,

She forgives all troubles, imperfections,

But if you offend her, betray

Love has to change her old reactions.

Someone can say that it isn’t Love

If a person can’t forgive pain,

But he should respect his souls’ dove

And try to stop this tears’ rain.

Real Love never makes you blue,

So if someone hurts your dove,

He doesn’t love you, it is a clue,

And you shouldn’t give him patience, love.

Real Love is a special connection

Of two. And their love is fair,

But it’s a fake, kind of addiction,

If love turns into despair.

Someone never meets this true feeling,

Some person has to make it die,

As his love doesn’t have a meaning

For human who hurts without why…