reasoning [Theme] Page 9

How many of those with whom you can go to bed
How little those who want to Wake up...
And in the morning, parting smile,
Whole day, worrying, waiting for news.
How many of those with whom you can just live,
Drinking morning coffee, talking and arguing...
With whom you can go to rest at sea,
And, as expected - and in joy and in sorrow
To be near... But not love...
How little those, with whom want to dream!
Watch as the swarming clouds in the sky,
To write words of love on the first snow
And think about this man...
And more happiness do not know and will not wish.
How little those, with whom you can shut up
Who understands perfectly, with a fleeting glance,
To resolve year after year to give,
Who do you think will be able, as a reward,
Any pain, any penalty to take...
Here and winds this bother -
Easily occur without pain parted...
This is because many of those with whom you can go to bed.
That's because few of those with whom you want to Wake up.