She never envies,
Is jealous not.
I like her «maybe»-s,
And hate her «not»-s.
Avoiding always,
Does not commit.
She doesn’t promise,
By chance comes in.
Ajar and distant
For all the time,
Is every instance
Of hers divine.
And every moment
Is so much more.
I hope her comment,
Will not be «no»
She is my baby,
Refined somewhat.
I love her «maybe»-s,
I hate her «not»-s.
Maybe, 11/02/2015, 00:31
I like her «maybe»-s,
And hate her «not»-s…
… I hope her comment,
Will not be «no»
She is my baby,…
— that is extremely good one 🙂
as usually 😉
Reminds me our Azeri girls 🙂
Good job! Liked it a lot, especially the chosen words are so touching…Congratulations! Good luck! As a society, we are in need of such talents!