And There Is No You... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Then again on your face,
I can see everything,
like on the hand.
The time isn't chasing me,
So I am watching you affectionately.
And I feel the touch, then again, l
Oved of warm hands,
When gently you are smoothing
White my shirt.
Your long and shining,

Gleaming hair with gold,
It are reflecting
The range of colours,
with sun in the summer.
And flowers are envying
You this freshness
And this your beauty aromat
Of the flower.


From under of eyelashes
Tear of the emotion is flowing.
One little tear...
The time for me already
Dug wrinkles in my face.
Whether then again
will take this moment,
Of bliss away from me?
And I think, that now,
Won't probably dare!


Then again I can see you
How you are bustling
About and gladly
You are stroking my hair
With the red lips
And I can hear your voice,
Returning to me with echo
And of forest birds
with the singing
And the cheerful laughter..

I am opening eyes,
But you is no near me.
It is only a dream,
And at least beautiful, already ended,
It is only a dream, because
Here doesn't have you
Everything like the film.
Which began and finished.


From under of eyelashes
Tear of the emotion is flowing.
One little tear...
The time for me already
Dug wrinkles in my face.
And then again
Took this one moment,
Of bliss away from me.
And at least I didn't want,
However it dared, had courage.