TENDERNESS OF PYGMALION ———————–
My wounded, tender,smart angel
Don’t wait for me to dare
You give me slice of bread large
With tasty your paste tomato-cheese
Knowing your hunger you to me feel
Be here with me, you please
You great me always with subtle smile
Looking at me with caring gaze
You check if I’m safe and doing well
You comfor me,carefully advise
You who outsider, suffer so much
My wingless angel,tender, smart
On a worn piano you me play
Are groaning bad some keys
Ravel’s “Bolero” increassingly loud
The temple become your home
This is how bells ring of your soul
Your loneliness ,rebellion sounds
When you once opened you heart
And invited me you inside
I can’t get in,did you know why
Behind the door there’s a glass
Won’t open it key of our tears
Since from here I’ve feel left
But you still wanted be with me
You loved me and beautified
Like his Galatea Pygmalion
My wounded,tender savior
Don’t wait for me to dare
You gave me a second life
We meet in your far heaven
Don’t wait for me to dare
You give me your tenderness
And wisdom, and your care
Your soul remember the harm
And you want to make it up
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I have lived in Poland since I was born. I am a graduate of the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Psychology.
I worked as a psychologist with children and adolescents. Now she works with terminally ill people. For years he has been painting pictures, composing music and above all writing. I write poems, short stories, essays and fairy tales for children