4.06.2009 г., 20:12

Знае...

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Знае...

                ли

         мила,

              чаровна,

                  нежна,

                      добра,

                         как

                             идват

                                сълзите

                            при

             мъжете

                   на честта.

                                Не.

                                     Ела

                                         и

                                           виж!

                                        Как

                                      падат

                                        нежно

                                              дълго,

                                                  капка

                                                       по

                                                           капка

                                           в

                                             студения

                                                        ден,

                                                       когато

                                                          си

                                                                далеч

                                                                    от

                                                                         мен.

                                      Падат

                                           дълго

                                                    и

                                                        тъжно,

                                                              кажи

                                                                     защо,

                                                                             с

                                                               какво

                                           нараних

                                                         сърцето

                                                                   ти,

                                    с

                                        какво

                                          обидих

                                                 нежноста

                                                         и

                                                           благородния

                                                                   ти

                                                                       дух.

                                                                        Кажи

                                                                               ми,

                                                                                     мила,

                        за

                          да

                              не

                                 капят

                                   тези

                                          сълзи,

                                             идващи

                                               понякога

                                                       толкова

                                                                лесно

                                                                     от

                                                                     думи

                                                                         неказани

                                                                                      и

                                                                                        самотни

                                                                                                 дни.

                                              Аз

                                                 помня

                                                   твоята

                                                         нежност,

                                                             целувката

                                                                       гореща

                                                                              в

                                                                                   хладната

                                                                                          нощ,

                                                                                               дадена

                                                                           с

                                                                                толкова

                                                                                      плам.

                                                                 Защо

                                                                      забрави

                                                                                 ги

                                                                                      само

                                                                                            за

                                                                                               миг.

                                                   Зли

                                                          феи,

                                                              орисници,

                                                                        магьосници

                                                                              ли

                                                                                    бяха

                                                                                        при

                                                                                               теб

                                                                                                   или

                                                                                           приятелки

                                                                                 с

                                                                                     добър

                                                                                           съвет.

                                               Защо

                                                  само

                                                       за

                                                         миг

                                                             ме

                                                                 отхвърли.

                       Толкова

                                     ли

                                        бях

                                             грозен,

                                                     подъл

                                                            и

                                                               тъп,

               или

                      другият,

                            принцът

                                 на

                                    твойте

                                       мечти,

                                              е

                                                по-чаровен,

                                                              мил

                                                                    и

                                                                      добър,

                                     а

                                         аз

                                             завистлив

                                                      и

                                                          не добър.

                  Добре,

                           искам

                                да

                                   погледна

                                               в

                                                очите

                                                         ти,

                                 когато

                                             в

                                               тях

                                                     няма

                                                            укор

                                                                     и

                                                                           гняв.

                                 Искам

                                         да

                                             чуя

                                                 твоята

                                                         дума.

                           Знам

                                      каква

                                             ще

                                                    е

                                                       тя,

                                                   но

                                                        помни,

                              аз

                                 не

                                  забравям

                                         доброто,

                                             дарено

                                                   ми

                                                      от

                                                            две

                                                                нежни

                                                                      ръце

                                                                              и

                                                                                 любящо

                                                                                        сърце,

                                                             от

                                                                ласките

                                                                         дълги,

                                                                              думите

                                                                                  красиви

                                                                                           и

                                                                                                добри.

                                                                    Помни,

                                                                               че

                                                                                     при

                                                                                            първия

                                                                                                    повик

                                                                                                            и

                                                                                                               зов,

                                                                                                                   съм

                                                                                                                      готов

                                                                                                             на

                                                                                                                  всичко,

                                                                                                                          ЛЮБОВ!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

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