It's time for the July glamour
Sudden showers, rapid thunderstorms
Time for unimaginable insights,
Memories of previous dreams

Ah, you've dropped a dress,
Only silk on the skin rustled, 
And then crazy arms
And the heat of touching bodies 

Then in the kitchen drinking coffee
But his thoughts were far away,
Sweets ate in the old style
And cake "bird's milk»

You were embroidering a calico.,
I Eger read,
The light beam of the Byzantine ligature
Through the curtains penetrated

And in the morning, sitting on a swing,
We watched the blue of the sky,
And the world flowed in watercolors   
Transparent smoke and miracles

Our quiet courtyard, washed with dew,  
Probably remembers the mischief,
And the thrill of tenderness forgotten,
And secret views witchcraft

When there are no prohibitions in the world -
Ready to obstacles any,
Not until choreographers and sonnets,
Love, and just be loved

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.