He was in love, but she was just a friend - She wanted it that spring ... He considered his life a vicious circle And was powerless in the fateful battle.
She was his magic Muse, He was inspired by her smile He gave her blues poems and reefs, And he enjoyed every meeting.
She, of course, treasured friendship, He for her over the years has become like a brother She smiled sweetly as before. And he, as before, was only happy for her.
She was dating someone, parting, And he wanted her alone and waited ... He was not sad and did not press on pity, And only poetry, as before, she wrote.
This went on for many winters and springs - He was waiting for her, but she was not lucky ... But once in a windy autumn Long-awaited happiness came to them.
She suddenly realized that happiness was near, That he alone loved her always And just enjoying her gaze He was a faithful friend all these years.
She came - he still waited ... She came completely. He suddenly realized That so many years, no wonder one wandered, No wonder he wrote poetry to her just a friend!