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How to solve the mystery woman?
From century to century, men reflect.
The answer is still not to be seen,
Cupid's arrows pierce our hearts.

What captivates us men in a woman:
A look, a step, a fleeting smile?
The answer is somewhere nearby, step one,
We walk and, alas, again a mistake ... There are countless mistakes over the centuries,
What are we men doing foolishly
And that riddle, as before, is,
We don't know the answer.

Or maybe we shouldn't look for:
The mystery woman has no answer
Better to hug the darling better
To cling to lips that are quivering and sweet.
To love a riddle is a diva with all my soul,
So that the heart sank voluptuously,
Love is pure, tender, unearthly.
It's a pity, only life for love happens
few.
(Gavryushkin Alexander)