Don’t write poetry when my sou… (Galina Belysheva)

Don’t write poetry when my soul sings!And it seems that the words is negligible, storypolice to pass love notes magical,Not to be with you, my friend, cranky, touchy. I mentally repeat: “I Love you! Love! Love it!”And to say out loud so hard for some reason,even Though so many tender words you always give,And in the evening, afternoon, night, early in the morning You hear how words are composed in a motive?That one you devote.And let my poems, as you can see, the primitive,But only from you I melt, melt, melt!!!))