A Little Song

If I were a gypsy

You - a country gent -

I'd sing to you

Parting and greeting.

If I were a dew-drop,

You - a tallish weed -

I'd fall upon you

Every evening.

If I were a river,

You - a bitter ocean -

I'd wash out bitterness

With every motion.

If our families started

A royal feud,

I'd run away, dearest,

Barefoot, to you.

If I had in this world

A little more time,

You'd break through to me,

You'd find a way.

As for one last meeting

Request it of God.

They tell me he's friendly,

He can help, they say.

--Irina Ratushinskaya

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