Bulgarian, Poetry

Очи в очи.

поле на изява
               в очите ти ще открия
        да обичам на думи
              ще се превърне в игра
                 всеки със себе си сам е
                       докато друга самотна душа
                    не намине в живота му
English, Poetry

Before sunrise.


Butterflies spread their wings
as we unfold our stories.
Glance after glance,
another round of honesty is here.
Expectations long forgotten,
we patiently await a closure.

Love has us,
captured in a cage.
Birds or not,
we’re animalistic creatures.

Should I say it first, or maybe
you should have the honors?
Take me home before sunrise
enlightens the leftovers of
our innocence…