I am often asked if I create my own love lyrics. Surely I do, but it is hidden at the bottom of files and notebooks. Now it is high time I ought to place an excerpt here. It has got an addressee, and now I am happy in love. This extract is devoted to the primary stage of our mutual affection. A lyricist needs to be accompanied by a unique, unrepeating feeling. Thank you for all who prayed for my happiness in this meaningful affair. Now we love at my kiddish emotions, but poetry is more or less worthy of being read. The worst thing is that I can't stop falling in love. So jealousy can't disappear from relationship blankly, all at random.

Love by a Hot Ocean: of an Arabian Passion

Good-bye, I utter to your rivals.

Oh, he was brighter, say, than all.

It's left a bit for me, to rippen

For common kids. So, no more brawls.

It was my desperate illusion.

He was reminding two or three.

A mixture of awe and confusion

Of pain, and selfishness, and creed.

Love can't be grasped or simply stolen.

He is afraid, my world, to loose.

To stark, sweet love, I've blankly fallen.

To know beforehand - I'm refused...

I'm lucky that my boldest fancies

Are shared. He can't be denied.

He's scared of my dreams unfair.

Sufficed are days, and brief are nights.

I can't eliminate his being.

Dependable, are thriftless feelings.

I do belong to his caprice.

My revery is so appealing

To him, he's lurking in my eyes.

I owe to the ample spheres

That reared up this hot realm.

To loose it, there exists a fer

In me. I am in diadems.

It is a feeling one can't hinder,

As if some long, simmplistic tune.

The complicated goes splinters,

To uttered melodies, reduced.

What is devoted to someone,

That is devoted to him.

That's all for what I blankly summon,

With what I'm fed up to the rim.

I seek for those common instants

That make me reign at sod, in dust.

The jealousy is dark and misty,

Prolongued with starving, thirsty lust.

Reciprocal were those moments

That we spent, all in langor numb.

So our experience is common;

The spell of joy is like a sum

Of instants. Nearbym was ocean

Connected tightly to emotions.

The Universe, in two, was shared.

Love is a distinct, severe notion,

So boosting, false, due and unfair...

It's wholesome and undivided.

It's life is watched, from afar.

A star against the sky of tar,

It is obliged to what we hide, yet.

2015 (proofread in 2020)