I thank you for the quietness,

For the bank on which I wasn’t left,

For your soul which gave me happiness,

For letting me know my craft.

 

Yes, I loved, but… in the way I could.

Yes, I laughed, but… in the way of my mood.

When falling down I drank and smoked,

But there were always  prank and I joked.

 

I simply knew I was not lonely,

I didn’t repent, I didn’t pretend.

I only wanted my love to be holy.

But…it seemed…I was just mad.

 

I prayed for our love, but more for you,

I prayed for my God but more: to be always with you.

I didn’t divide: this is mine and that is yours

I always tried to accept you by the chores.

 

I fought with myself and with some from the rest,

I tried…. but never wanted to be the best.

I sometimes built the castles on the sand

But ….always wanted to live on the land.

 

You were sometimes like this or like that,

I was sometimes like that or like this.

You’ve used to say: Let’s  hug and kiss!

I’ve used to say: Let’s just chat!

 

I am not perfect on the face and inside.

The life, my appearance and my world, corrects.

I’ve never wanted anything from you to hide,

I’ve never understood those who attention neglects.

 

I thank you so much and I quietly bow

For never having a big range of distance.

I just would like to show now

The real and true love existence.

 

I thank you for the truth in feeling,

I thank you for true love revealing ,

I thank you for never knowing the kneeling

And… more than that: for my heart stealing.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 4^th of January, 2012

 

This poem I devote to my husband, to my dearest friend,

who went to another world 8 years ago. He was the best in everything.

I’ll be very much thankful to you if you correct my English.