⁣To come to you…
by Robert Rozhdestvensky

To come to you
again,
just
to listen to your
voice;
and to sit on a chair,
hunched over,
not saying a
word.
To come to you,
to knock on the door,
frozen in waiting
for an answer…
If you'll find out
about it,
you probably won't
believe it,
then, of course,
you'll laugh,
you'll say:
"This is
very stupid..."
You'll tell me:
"Oh, hark at him,
he's in love!"
and you'll look
surprised,
and you won't sit
still.
There will be your laughter ringing
like a river…

Well, that's fine.
Well, do laugh.
I love you
so much.

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