When One - I Smile, Because To Me

When one - I smile, because to me it is good. Very much I doubt, whether you represent that I here so - with you that all my life to edges and hardly above - is filled by you. Today I hardly. Has understood, why I so love you. Sat in one tiny room where was two mirrors - one opposite to another. And, if to look in one, - it turned out eight me moreover I - not in a mirror - only nine. Them, it appears, much - in me, here and a simple explanation thanks to this mirror effect. No, Egor, all the same you do not imagine, as my existence - you as it is a lot of you - at me is filled. To re-read - it is a shame: helplessly, not and droplets of that is. And your presence here, nearby, you feel so that here give a hand - and you will touch your hand, pull hardly - and lips - to your temple. I very much love you. Absolutely. More - it is impossible. It is possible differently: more reasonably, more silly, more kindly, more fiercely, any lists can be - only more - does not happen. Who there - in the sky, who - in hands: a titmouse or a crane? I want you - in hands.