When you stand in my way,
so alive, so beautiful,
But this exhausted,
Talk all about sad,
Thinking about death,
No one like
And despised its beauty -
What? Did I hurt you?
ABOUT, not! I'm not a rapist,
Not a liar and the proud,
Although many know,
Think too much since childhood
Too busy with a.
After all, I - Writer,
Person, calling all named,
Subtractive flower of delicate fragrance.
No matter how much talk about sad,
No matter how often contemplate on the ends and beginnings,
Yet, I dare to think,
That you only fifteen years.
And that is why I would like to,
That you fell in love with a common man,
Who loves the earth and sky
More, than rhymed and unrhymed
Speech about the earth and the sky.
Right, I'm happy for you,
Since - only love
He has the right to the title of the person.
6 February 1908
