One crazy girl got him, crazy enough -tender and never rough, but deeply wild and authentic as if she was from tribes, hell knows,where from she actually was...She run away from home at night right in her milk calico,She wasn't afraid of a damp road, swamps, evil beasts and goblins...Her eyes were wild indigoThey said, she must be evidently cursed or broken... The whole surrounding avoids her.She run away to him like a mad princess, disgracing herself, overcoming any distance...barefoot, she rushed over clover, moss, wormwood, mud and fieldsThey said, such madness was worsethan the plague and measles.But she came running, stubborn, through the reeds and sedges,legs bogged down in cold mud, the dress turned black...until she was lost and completely sackedThey said, the lost soul, and no use from herexcept the heat of young and starving bodyand her wild and tight embrace...Nobody knew the nature of caressShe hid. Indeed.Why did he need her? She's a fool that left her own doorstep -He played enough and cool down like a young fox.In another equinox.But she came running and fallingas if she saw a living God, belongingto him. What a whim...they said.And then her wet dress has become too thin.Where is the edge between the true love and a sin?But he was worse for her than any poison, worse than a wolf berry, [she was a cherry blossom]He never took her with him, nor he shared a shelter, Did he love her or played with her, couldn't choose it better.All that he could was loving longer just to melt herso that she screamed as loudly as she-wolfso that it has become their nightly rule.She run away, then came back For the sake of one-sided feeling of hersWell, what remained after him -a spindle and a jar,The happiest moments seemed to be so farShe sit by the window with a splinter of pastremembered lust, forgetting pain and sorrowwith no hope for tomorrow she cried...So that she didn't grow old there, He strangled her with a kerchief,with misbelief of her sincerest loveHe put her still hot steady bodyInto an abandoned boat afloat.