The Simple Lines Poem by Nikolai Nikolaievich Aseev

If you are absent, I couldn't exist!
If you are absent, a rain - a drought;
If you are absent, Moskva - a mist,
If you are absent, a heat - a cold.

If you are absent, a flesh - a year,
As if time's milled to the atoms' lot;
If you are absent, the heaven here
Hangs like the icy and stony vault.

I do not know, as knew before,
Strengths of my foes, weakness of friends;
I do not want to wait anything more,
Only your always invaluable steps.