How many lines about love are already written,
How many it is told both mentally, and aloud.
How many times we were fond – isn't counted,
How many kissed on lives gentle lips …
How many was they are beautiful and trustful,
Presented happiness to us all for an instant.
How many silly and at times precipitate
We made acts for the sake of them!
Only the truth is let know not to everyone –
We are intended by the Creator for one.
It is worth learning to us something important –
To give itself only, native.