My name is Olga.
You will come, I am assured, the darling,
Perhaps day, can, years later.
This evening autumn, sad
I write for you and a rain.
I have got tired of an every day life,
From my infinite melancholy.
And soul as if the rose, is whimsical -
Fall down its petals.
It is necessary for a rose for happiness so a little:
Only fidelity, love and heat,
That the rose became more gentle still,
That kindly in its heart blossomed.
I ask you, the darling, good,
Look to me in eyes, embrace.
Are not necessary to me neither rings, nor brooches,
Present to me a love slice!
That it has warmed to me soul,
That the rose has risen again.
And this world will not destroy anything,
If the love exists.
And let in a life not all will be smooth,
Rain and wind, and cold around,
This rose that smells so it is sweet,
Keeps heat of your hands.
It is not bent its stalks winds,
A storm that will pass on a way.
Despite cruelty of a planet,
Our flower continues to blossom!
Ideal match description:
You see me?, I like you? Maybe, we can communication? Because I trust that you are My man, which will understand me, will prompting, will help me, when will need a help, – and will become a very good friend for me and of course the best man for me.
My languages skills:
English: I can read and write with a dictionary but can't speak