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A strange woman is a mystery to a man…
You want to solve her so much… rather unravel…
Everything suits her, including fine wrinkles.
Everything is perfect in it, do not add, do not take away ...
A strange woman will give you a smile,
Or maybe just an indifferent caustic look...
But she won't tell about her past mistakes
And she won't leave you her coordinates...
And you again spend it at a meeting
With eyes full of sadness and fire ...
Again, not yours, she will decorate the evening with herself ...
And you will whisper: “She is not for me ...”
A strange woman is a volcano that is quietly slumbering ...
But there is no one more beautiful and sweeter.
But if the heart does not accept living dreams,
Take the risk of making this woman yours ...
And there will be the same curlers, a polka-dotted robe,
Bitter resentments, reproaches, vanity...
Every woman has the habits of wild cats,
But it's hard to find a worthy cat...
At the first meeting, everyone is a stranger, definitely,
But you chose one of them - forever ...
And someone will say that you made a mistake ... unsuccessfully,
But everything is simpler - this is how a person works ...
The unattainable often attracts ...
There are no problems and the joint life did not get it,
After all, even sweet sometimes bothers ...
And the taste of raspberry is forgotten at the first meeting ...
But your woman is just as alien
For those men who stand in her way ...
She lives for you, gives birth to children
And creates order and comfort in the family ...
And, believe me, they look at her just as accurately,
And she has the same impeccable look ...
But you someday, waking up from a dream at night,
You will understand that your happiness is sleeping next to you ...
A strange woman will remain a stranger ...
It is more important not to lose your own, but to keep ...
When you are loved with a pure sincere soul,
It is probably stupid to run after strangers ...
Irina Samarina-Labyrinth