From Russia With Love

Илья Михайлович Марголин

Обновляемый сборник стихотворений – посланий на английском языке с философским сложением мысли от российского политолога.

Илья Марголин

From Russia With Love

Тебе повезло любить весь мир

Love is

The search for love is a journey long,

Through winding paths and righting wrongs.

A quest for hearts that truly beat,

In sync with yours, a perfect meet.

You'll stumble upon fleeting flames,

That flicker bright, then fade to names.

Of those who promised stars above,

But left you feeling lost in love.

Don't lose hope, keep searching still,

For love's true essence, pure and real.

A love that's patient, kind, and strong,

To guide you through, where you belong.

It's not a race, nor a competition,

But a gentle dance, a sweet submission.

To someone who sees your inner light,

And loves you fully, day and night.

So open your heart, embrace the unknown,

Let love find you, when you're alone.

For true love waits, with open arms,

To fill your world with warmth and charms.

Otherwise

The world is full of wonder,

But sometimes it's too much,

So I create my own world,

Where I can have a clutch.

I have a friend, invisible,

Who only lives in my mind,

We play games and have adventures,

Leaving the real world behind.

We climb the highest mountains,

And swim in the deepest seas,

We fly through the air on dragons,

And dance among the trees.

He's always there to listen,

And never judges my flaws,

He makes me laugh and smile,

And helps me through tough laws.

He's my secret keeper,

My confidant and friend,

He's always there for me,

Until the very end.

Though others may not see him,

He's real to me, you see,

My imaginary friend,

A part of my reality.

The Pain Of Betrayal

The knife plunged deep, not in the flesh,

But in the heart, where trust did rest.

A whispered lie, a broken vow,

A friendship shattered, somehow.

The seeds of doubt, they slowly grew,

In fertile soil of what was true.

A poisoned vine, it twisted tight,

Choking the light, and stealing sight.

The mask of love, it fell away,

Revealing darkness, come to stay.

A bitter truth, a cruel embrace,

Leaving only emptiness in its place.

The wound still bleeds, a constant pain,

A reminder of the trust in vain.

But from the ashes, strength will rise,

To heal the heart, and learn to prize.

The lessons learned, though hard to bear,

Will make us stronger, beyond compare.

For trust betrayed, a bitter sting,

But also a chance, to learn to sing.

To sing of hope, and find anew,

A love that's true, and strong, and true.

To build again, on solid ground,

Where trust and love, can truly be found.

Perfect Job

The perfect job, a dream so grand,

A place where passion meets the land.

Where skills are used, and talents bloom,

And every day brings joy and room.

I search through sites, and send my plea,