When I have been about
twenty,
Mid-eighties with the drops,
And storms with folks were fighting
For the unharvested crops
That times, the friend of
mine has told
To come To celebrate his
wedding
On bride and on her
father’s gold
And here am I with gentle
walk along the river
With aim of wedding party
In village next to mine
Too messy for the morning:
The iron hiss
The drawer creak
And happiness
Of buddy-groom
Just woke up
And neighbors’ fuss –
No room for dullness
With dress the bride is
proud
And no chance to miss the
lace
But modesty is not the
inspiration nature
Despite the day is blessed for others
With sacrament I’ve got
the light and got the danger
Of sudden painful flame
Ignited in my soul
And heart is having only
thought –
To getting married. As
life
is one and goal
To happy be, and wedding
at the river, and love
intimacy by angels brought
The day was full of
Wonders
And got me confident to marry
The one I’ll call beloved
Along my path was looking
for my love in vain
And has been all beset
with thought
That life is nothing more
than miserable strain
And lots of pain and no
hope forth
The last resort –
Imagination
And having dreams of
sweetheart face
The heart was getting
Warmer
The ages passed and
Dreams came true
When once a time,
In night in June,
We’ve gifted kiss
In rose bud light
Khinkiladze
Katerina
