Jean-Michel Polyakov Books

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I write poetry to keep my heart alive. Love is the one compelling force in Creation; wasted if you use it for earthly fame, wealth, or power rather than altruistically.

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MY LOVE AND I

Anna: I want you to surround me with tenderness, warmth and caring.

Mishenka: And I shall be as the warm, summer sea, my Love.

A: I want to think about tomorrow with confidence.

M: Yes, for tomorrow shall bring what must be.

IA: want you always to be by my side.

M: No, Wisteria vine shall hug you more closely than I.

A: I want to go to bed, get up, think about you and remember your hugs.

M: My essence shall linger upon you for eternity.

A: I want to be sure that you need me everywhere and for all time.

M: Without your Love, I can not be filled. Without you by my side, I am empty.

A: I want to look into your blue eyes and see my reflection shine.

M: Yes, my wife, your reflection shall shine within an ocean of Love.

A: I want your sweet breath to keep my hands warm in winter.

M: Come to bed, Love, and I shall warm all of you.

A: I want to see your smile, knowing it is intended solely for me.

M: More than just my smile, Love, for all of me, exists only for you.

A: I want you to wake me in the morning, not that damn alarm clock.

M: I shall awaken you will a tender kiss and perhaps a morning surprise.

A: I want you to be my sun.

M: For you are my moon, Love, my guiding light.

A: I want you to heat your hands in the back pockets of my jeans.

M: And I shall dream of taking them off of you.

A: I want you to pay in kisses for the rent of my back pockets.

M: A thousand kisses could never be enough to show my desire for you.

A: I want to belong to you and to know that I am yours (and you are mine).

M: Dear wife, I have been yours since our first life in Kyiv.