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I am just a silent monk And have no a silver tongue, Though I'll try to sing a song Of how deeply I have sunk. Will I ever find the words To describe my feelings hordes? Will thy known how long I've prayed To restore the faith betrayed? But I'm willing to describe How the bonds of love are tight, Though it is like a bitter wine... All in all, the song is mine. It was month ago, no less, I was making strong progress On the way to saturation Of the soul in starvation. Praying hard in starless nights, Hardening my spirit sights, Strengthening my own rights In the defect's endless fights. Those were days of saturation Of the soul in starvation … But so little has been done To become enlighted one. And one day all this has crashed, Own faith myself I’ve smashed, Brought to kneels of own soul, Failed to achieve my goal. Woman entered my hut - All in all, she was not heard, Almost naked, head to torso, Crying and afraid was also. When she noticed me at home All her fears have just gone, And she moved to me at once With her flashing, stunning glance. Asking me to help her hide, Doing once the thing that's right… Stunned, shocked I have stayed And my faith I have betrayed. Asked me if she could sit And my candle she has lit, Then she told me how she ran Through the forest by the sun. Hoping to escape the life That have cut her like a knife, Telling me of former lover And her prison in the tower. She was married for a knight - Cruel one, whose bonds were tight, Who have tossed her by night On the bed to start his .. fight. Who has no the need for feeling, Who loved not and hurt her being, Who was madman of some sort... Crying she was as she told. And to help her come to life In the sin I had to dive - I embraced her that one day, Even I saw not the way... And she stayed within my home To heal wounds and reborn, To protect her I have sworn Till I'm dead ... or she is gone. She was one of great beauty, She was very, very ... sweaty. We have spent a lot of days Walking in the sunny rays. Thus she entered my heart, I was to refuse her, but... Was it heart, or was it gut That have broken me apart? We have used to known each other, Feeling same to say it rather, These were the days of sun - We both stopped from the run. Should I tell you what came next? Will you ever read that text? You may not, and I don't care - Truly love is just so rare … I have failed to become Lightened one in days to come, I have failed to achieve Goals of mine...but feel no grief. To the hell with sins and gain, To the hell, I feel no pain ! To the hell with soul bows, To the hell with all the vows ! All I feel now is the love… It was truly way that's tough, I don't know what will come next, Though I've finished my text.