* My Sweetness Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

Never trust any Zion. Lead your own life full of breathtaking subjects. I don't care of their plots, as they freighten me with outer images; neither I trust their stories. I will know the reasons, all the same.
I needn't travel places to get assured of that it feels great for me, with you. Jesus wishes me light, through your looks.
You are two years late, however. She is not your rival, as she reminds you. Perhaps over a decade younger than you, but I don't care of age. How are you going to split the knot? I would have enjoyed you inseparately, if back then. Please engage all your charms. I can't live with an idea. I mean to know who exactly haunts me. If you, say, than I ought to know you better. To what extent, you suggest, my sweetie.

You are so beautiful, dear. I am your reliable shield, I love you, I scorn all voices of the zion. Only my love for you exists. I admire each of your pix of various time spells. Stay with me for longer, my dream. I will partially return you your youth, my sweet darling. I am simplistic with the soul, but reliable and affectionate. Tender kisses, one by one, into all patches of you. I am so purely and tenderly addicted. I find your looks evoking giddiness at me. I am totally sincere and so immensely loving. With me you acquire little benefits from my passion. I am highly true.


PS. I wear no makeup. For pictures I sometimes line up my low lid and put gloss at lips (as Arabian ladies do) . I am as dark as a night, but yet, quite pretty as I believe. No huge crooked nose, shapeless lips, long unpleasant face or outer eyes' corners going downside. Feminine. Delicate in loox.