To Iwona
To Iwona
We met in Kent, oh where is that time?
Do you remember the sad Hungarian guy? Loved you
Not just you, but he is not a polygamous, only a lover
Still, remember you, he can not forget your hand, oh love
it gave the coffee latte. He needed your visage
to hope for your love, but his fate was a bit different
Comes from Central Eastern Europe this poor vagabond
A life for life, a dropped life by yours, oh elite noble love
“... he can not forget your hand…” Yes, the lines and shapes
are unforgettable, and your sky-blue eyes, please remember
remember to my memory just for our unopened dance in Kent
… thank you for your coffee, two sugars please my dream love
I didn’t want anything wrong with you and there
Only life was the object, purpose, and the goal
No worries, remember, I keep you in my heart
Loved you
Love
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