"I could wait very long and sit tight,
Always true to you till you arrive.
I’ll stay up, wide-awake every night
For year, for two years, or for life.

Let no calendar pages remain,
Like garden, nude and depleted,
Only tell me that it’s not in vain,
That you actually truthfully need it!

I could follow wherever you stray,
In the thickets and stiles, on adventure,
In the sand, where the road washed away,
On the summits, no matter which way,
Where the Devil himself never ventured!

I’ll survive it and I won't complain,
And no worries will ever delay me,
Only tell me that it’s not in vain,
That you won’t turn away and betray me.

I could give up all for your grace, -
All I have now or will ever hold.
I would gladly accept in your place
The most miserable fates in this world.

Every hour, I'll gladly attain
The whole world and to you I'll submit it,
Only tell me that it’s not in vain,
That my love is not unrequited!"

 One our client Anna is in love and she  sent this nice poem to us and asked us to publish in order her  man Alex could read. She knows that he looks this site time from time.  He does not answer her letters, because he  is offended to her. So ,dear Alex, read this poetry and be sure that Anna loves you. And call her. She is waiting your call. She has a big hope that you will come back to her.