The concept of love

Hold up my heart,
Broken into pieces.
I have seen a lot,
Of double faces.
Glue it with sorrow
Of crying people.
It will be tomorrow
When I’ll keep them.
Hold up my mind,
With caress wisdom.
I brow my kind.
And hurrying freedom.
And when it’s up
I’ll open windows.
And then my heart
Fly into pieces.
And at the dawn
It’ll fly away.
With silent mourn.
And stuck with gay. (декабрь, 2014)