You are my Home. My house you

< Alexander Oleshko

You are my Home. My house you

Broken glass does not cut more than
And drops rise to the moon
I passed all the days without joy
Joy that you gave me

You see - presses heart
Eat you only love
We are blessed with a lot of pepper
All in the past, but now live

You - my home
You - my home
The place where (I) is well
You - my home
My house - you

I looked out the window: rain comes
Stain your clothes
Today, once again stars in the night
Your portraits - in terms heaven

Attempt at writing poems