Woman

I miss the reproaches
I regret the modest ones, I appreciate the open ones,
I do not betray, I do not forgive cruelty,
I don’t keep what I have lost in my soul ...

Burned with passion ... burned - did not smolder!
Hot blood boiled in my veins
I flew into the sky without feeling the body,
I knew both pain and earthly love ...

I don't like boredom compliments
I don't pour tears into my pillow at night ...
I don't like it when they enter without knocking,
I don't like those who cry about love ...

I break into small pieces
I acquire two white wings ...
I dissolve into a symphony of happiness
Who have I been in my life before?

At ten, an excellent student - a mother's daughter ...
At twenty - a student head over heels in love,
Thirty? I'd rather put three points ...
At forty - with wine! And besides - strong!

Being a woman in this life is not easy ...
Probably hard to live without loving
Women often age with anger ...
Women! Just love yourself !!!

Lyubov Vdovin