I wish to write and I take the pen
I bring it to a paper
I see that the pen is broken again
I hope, will carry later

I go in the bus
I am clamped in pass
My eye sees happy pair
He draws on glass "My God, bless us"
She gently touches his hair

Their love is fine
Their faces shine
I'm glad for them, but I think
That never I can envy them
Because my love is always bam
I'm unfortunate the romantic man

I wish to write and I take the pen
I write a poem "The romantic man"