Poem: there are so many with whom we can share a bed…

My English adaptation of Russian poem of Eduard Asadov
Music: Ludovico Einaudi - Experience
You know, there are so many with whom we can share a bed,
But so few who makes us want to wake up instead.
And when we part, to turn to see the face,
To wave goodbye, to smile in the embrace-
All day to wait with heart in fluttered space.
There are countless who makes life feel just fine,
They sip the coffee, share thoughts from time to time.
They travel shores, through joy and sorrow too,
They stand beside each other, but not true.
Yet so few with whom you long to dream and sigh,
To watch the clouds as they drift in the sky,
To write sweet words upon the first fresh snow,
And think of you alone, with heart aglow.
No greater joy than this I wish to know.
So few with whom you cherish silent nights,
Who understand your heart with just their sights.
For whom you’d give your years without a doubt,
And bear all pain for them, no matter what it’s about
But so it goes, this tangled dance we play-
We meet so easily, then part without a say.
It’s all because there are so many we can bed,
But so few who makes us want to rise instead.

[@dustybug01]

Yeah it's finding some you want to wake up with ❤

[@mtnbikerdoug]

Beautiful poem, ❤ from a beautiful person.

[@lawooonder]

Thanks for listening🫶🏽