I know to you so a little … And during too time so much … And ahead still all new world …

Beautiful and Delightful … Lovely both charming … Quivering and gentle … All that is connected with you, causes in me warmly and infinite tenderness … I now think about you and I try to find synonyms to the sensations … Sensations such strong … and such real, but I all the same not so easily manage to make it … Warmth of summer evening … the Rustle of running waves … the Smell of your hair … Exciting silence and then your bewitching laughter which music breaking this enveloping silence … Trepetnost of my contacts to you … Echoes of your body on my touches … And again a silent melody of silence between us … Your smile to which, it seems to me, I can't get used never … I I feel, when captivated I look at it, in me wake up something deep and eternal … All that is connected with you is a pleasure in my heart … Simple understanding of that you exist with me in one time … Understanding and knowledge of that we can be number … At each of us are last … the Past, In which is both good and bad … Give all good memoirs we will present each other, and from bad we will be protected by pure, snow-white sheet … On this sheet will be won't be written not "Today" and not "Tomorrow" On this sheet while only one word is written.... «We!» Everyone sees, what you seem, but very few people feels what you is … And it is remarkable … and there should be … Someone plays with you … leads the life … In which you for a long time already isn't present … But on a whimsical will of the imagination, it involves you there … And another simply nearby … It each instant here … and for you … Always … And you feel it … feel it … Life are a thousand big and small events which we live … Is an instant … At everyone they the, sometimes they coincide with others, and sometimes - isn't present … All these events connected by one emotional power … such warm … such is gentle-quivering … that you simply soar at ocean of the sensations … God sees to live only for the sake of such here instants … When you wake up in the morning from a smell fresh the coffee, going whence from kitchen … Open eyes, You stretch as a happy kitty both you smile … And you know … That you not one … This such simple understanding of all this event do you happy … After all happiness always consists of fragments of feelings … It when I will bring coffee in bed and with affection I will see that you have already thrown my shirt over the body and sit on a bed, having drawn in the feet and smile to me through your eyelashes … It when you have put a head to me on a shoulder and tell about that gather today to make … I hear your voice and it does me happy … Only its timbre … And is unimportant about what you to me speak … I simply listen to music of your voice … Without you I was the tired and lost the way eternal traveler at Nights … With you, I force and confidence … And … I know that you it know … How important to say to the person that you feel, giving beautiful emotions … When the man gets acquainted with the Woman, it as if makes a mosaic of her eyes, smiles, mimicries and voices, Quivering and gentle contacts … Taste of her lips … the Smell of its hair … I know to you so a little … And during too time so much … And ahead still all new world … the World where it is possible to finish a mosaic all missing fragments … All that so doesn't suffice me now, I will necessarily receive in this world … And then I will impose all brightest and secret imaginations about you on real sensations and I will see, how they will coincide … I much that I know … And the knowledge of an event does my tired soul — more purely and I became more light … another … More strongly and more wisely … Thanks you for it …