Only For Some Reason Left - All The

Only for some reason left - all the same. I love you. Snow has descended, and there was a little bit a spring, and now again - autumn, and I all the same love you, and anything to me not for the future, I only feel that I love you all more strongly, though it already - heresy: more strongly - it is impossible. Ask me: how you live? The fullest answer will be: I love you. I love you - and it is my life. I here sometimes would like: would take you any scalpel, have spent on a breast it and have released that is ill. Perhaps would take off smothering. Only - that before it you have kissed me. And it is not modest, not silently, not cautiously! So after all you will not understand. And I simply love you. Yes you - do not think, I the truth say to you that I am the happiest person. That I then went and smiled! To me only - your sleeve - to touch. I do not know, can, this such influence on me of a season, moods of the nature - all white-is white, and I live: "Egorushka, my native" - both I fall asleep, and I wake up, and all the day long is.