by Pavlo Paey Dec 16, 2006
category :
Love, romance /
first love
I knew at once and exactly what it was that I was living over again.It all came back. I was living again an hour of the last years of my boyhood, a Sunday afternoon in early Spring, the day that on a lonely walk I met Rosa Kreisler and greeted her so shyly and fell in Love with her so madly. |
Now thats much better dang that other poem was just out of the ordinary and weird but now this one i could kind of relate to i luv it good job :) |