UNWRITTEN POEMS

Love is a million of fears,
Spinning around in the circle,
Endless and unbreakable.
Love is a million of tears,
Folding in these fairy tales,
Well-known and unbelievable.
Love is one way of prediction,
Love is one plot for the novell,
Full of the same heroes. 
Love is a black-and-white picture,
Given to us to be colored,
Inconstant, like waves of rivers. 
Reading these unwritten poems,
Listening to unplayed symphonies - 
This is the way to loving.
You will turn into the evenings,
You will turn into the mornings,
You will be anybody.
Crying for unhappened stories,
Learning the drawings on my palms -
This is the way to loving.
Cherry soft lips will play kindly,
When sweet white teeth will be biting,
Nasty and satisfying.