***
You walk with a childish grin – mere girl,
And wherever you go you pose proudly and stalk,
And the apple - the one in right hand that you hold -
It becomes you as flower that’s stuck in your locks.

You stop all of sudden, you're pale, eyes amazed,
On rare occasion you smile, feeling great.
How fair you are seems you don’t understand,
Meaning you really know – it is true, it's a fact.

Oh, I walk on this earth unperturbed,
Though at times I am cheerful, glad,
And I seem not to know whether I love you or not,
Meaning I really care, it's fact.

***
I remember once in a grove moonlit night,
You promised with smile me to love – t’was so nice!
I believed, for in world there’s a lie, sweetest lie,
Which you wish to believe, of which prey you become.

Now that this moonless night for my sake you light up,
With smile you that promise once made have denied,
I never believed, for in world some truth’s hard,
One you’ll hate to believe, one you'll never give trust.


***
I remember your paleness, the whisper of lips,
Making promise: “I’ll follow you down to tomb,
Where love is so pure, so speckless,
Where love is forever, for good…”

Everybody is gone, you’re the only one left,
And I see now the shadows on long journey bent.
It is time, for my grave has been waiting for days,
Are you ready, my sweetheart, to follow my steps?