Артем Тюльников
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Everything About You
I simply love all things about you.
You make me live and breathe anew.
It is a pleasant, heartfelt feeling.
I’m at the top of my wellbeing.
I give my thanks for every day
I spend with you – I always say
That I am lucky we have met.
I haven’t been so happy yet.
You bring me cheerfulness and joy.
There’s actually so much that I enjoy
In every single moment that we share.
They are just wonderful, I swear.
I want to tell you we’ll be fine.
We’re like a bottle of an aging wine
That tastes more rich and sweet with time
And makes our relationship sublime.
Pilgrimage
Maybe there’s a God above,
And all I’ve ever learned from love
Is that it is a blessing so divine.
And every sunless night I’ll pray
To see your rays beaming someday.
Come cast the lonely dark out with your shine.
I want to feel its warm embrace
Upon my cold and cat-like face.
Poor into me, intoxicate like wine.
Now sinking down below the line,
I hope that we can breathe just fine
Until you rise again over horizon mine.
I can’t but suffer the sunset,
I bear the freezing frost onset.
It weighs on me, it chills, it breaks my spine.
So cannot wait for you to show,
To heat me up in your great glow,
To let me be a pilgrim to your shrine.
Do Come Back
Thought I was building castles in the air,
Thought it to be a kingdom of some love affair.
Built brick by brick, into the clouds yet another stair.
If bricks were money, then I think I’d be a billionaire.
I’m not a builder, not a king, and not a millionaire,
But all I know is that this thing between us cannot wear and tear.
The thing, the fabric of our lives, I feel it stretching here and there.
It’s all around me, I am rolled inside it, stunned as if it were a snare.
It’s more than love that trapped me, caught me absolutely unaware.
I feel its presence even with you far away, it can be seen from anywhere.
As though it were mature night giving a rise to a full moon with its white flare,
It shines my way, it makes me feel, it lets me see through darkness, bless the glare!
So godlike you are that I’m tempted in your honor to address a prayer.
I want to get a revelation from you, as the castles built are all but disrepair.
Just give me strength to stand your absence, pushing me away from fine and fair.
I’m afraid with you away the only thing that’s fair is in fact your lovely, gracious hair.
That Very Time (1.0)
That very time when we were young,
I doted on you, poems wrote and sang.
So hard it was to watch so sharp a tongue.
Although my words to wind I never flung.
That very time, I bold enough to kiss you first…
Since then for you I never quenched my thirst.
Gulped it all down, aridity of life dispersed.
Until the last drop signified the bubble burst.
That very time, my lips against your hands,
You were my water in the stifling sands.
I shriveled, withered, barren were my lands,
Until you came in torrents to my droughty strands.
That very time I looked into your eyes,
I felt the passion boil, its tension rise.
To my monochromatic picture you brought vibrant dyes.
Attractive to me just like neon lights to flies.
That very time I held you in my arms,
Embraced with your enchanting charms.
My pumping blood device throws impulses, of love alarms.
Trust through the roof, of any apprehensions it disarms.
That very time you read these surface lines,
Entwined around me much like sprawling vines,
You go along the road of mine with adoration signs.
Reaching the top, having meandered curvy miles.
That very time I couldn’t hit the hay.
I thought about your excellence array.
With all my heart I thank the second day of May
For giving birth to such a lovely creature, sweet and gay.
That very time, my heartstrings touched,
Received your warmth and firmly clutched.
With you away, hamstrung, I barely crutched.
Gone the support, the world gets double Doutched.
That very time, so many more,
Feelings I’d never known before.
They really moved me on the raw.
You are a sight for all eyes sore.
That very time you took your leave,
The sorrow greater I could not perceive.
High hopes our paths will interweave.
That’s point blank, not being naïve.
That very time is always in my head.
There's all the things we did and said.
All stitched into me like a silkworm thread.
I wouldn't go to pieces, neither rip nor shred.
