Pedagogical poem

Посвящается Дженнифер Фихтер. Держись.
Dedicated to Jennifer Fichter. Stay strong.


There are storms within our chests
And they require kissing in order not to get much worse.
We oftenly shout out for help,
But with our very special sort of morse.
So not expecting much to hear us,
Moreover, to clearly understand,
We get punches in these stormy chests,
And with tears in eyes fall down onto the sand.

I hope and pray and beg you:
Sister, please, withstand.
And now i know exactly what He meant:
"...let him first cast a stone at her"
Two thousands years changed nothing,
Again we have familiar scene:
Stones
Hypocrisy
And Magdalene.

Sometimes we fall, sometimes repent
And there is gorgeous overlap of these...
Girl, it would be the most gentle move
If i could wipe your tears.

But somewhere there might be a woman,
That was specially designed for me.
There probably will be a day for us to meet, 
And that will be the day to see...
To see, if closer look into her eyes
Will be able to reveal these imps, this wildfire,
The ones, your eyes posses.
If not - I certainly will have to leave:
She has to be as well a pure desire...

That's it for now.

Just let me kiss your feet,

or hands,

forehead,

or

chest...

Please, choose yourself

what fits here best.