And This Is More Then True… Poem by Vasil Marku

Three words that can't be caught
Three flowers that do not gloom
Three angles of my spirit that do not flame
They are, if you are not with me…

Two lips that get old to kiss…
Two songs that never miss
Two dreams that can't be losed…
They are, if you are not with me

An opaque that doesn't sound
A shadow with no face around
A light with no real chain
It is, if you are not here with me

Three words like a fountain…
I -Love -You,
Are the only ones,
That initials my flame…
I never will be the same…
And this is more then true…
When this could be real
to me
and to You..