What For The Flowers? Poem by Liza Sud

Why furious the inflorescence
you hold a bouquet in your hand?
Where is the aim of all bouquets together
And still in solitude, so sad?

Why flowers? please, don't, I'm pleading,
And yet my soul strethes to you..
stand next to you it is so good,
I stand again, barely breathing...

And I inhale the smell so fragrant,
The face in bouquet, like in paradise,
It is desired and so pleasant
At once it filled my whole life.

And at your chest I lean and fall,
I want to look into your eyes,
I'm still alive - how? - I don't know,
And down my cheek a tear runs ...