The Forty Valery Alalykin Poem by Yuri Starostin

The forty
I am under a cherry in the morning early
Has thought the one desire
And casually the heart has wounded
Again by the disturbing waiting.
Has arrived suddenly the forty,
Has sat down directly on a fence
And chirrs: «How many-how many
we will wait till now? .»
Here and the evening. The dance pavilion
Invites to dance.
Where you are, my riddle? -
At once I could not understand.
I see the dress it is black- white
It is twisted directly in front of me.
At once the heart has become warmer
From the beauty unearthly.
Here is mine the forty!
Here is my beauty!
She too is lonely -
Here are what miracles!
We dance not in vain -
We embrace by times.
And she already agrees
Tomorrow to become my wife.
We are now together under a cherry
With the belle the wife,
And in a garden already the calm is
Without the forty that the ridiculous.
15.05.2011