Google Verse

And she was beautiful … Poetry Venechka not write. Paradoxically – the boys are often tearful write sentimental poems about unrequited love and not being able to read them to someone else, carefully hiding their creations in the farthest recesses of closets or tables. Over time, some of them become real poets and recall their first tentative attempts with an ironic nostalgia, not love itself, the former … And most happily passes this season and maturation become engineers, pilots, businessmen and workers. And past timidity and shyness goes away and breaks in their lives love, family, marriage, children, career …

But here Venechka and stand out from most of their peers – poems he wrote. But read them loved, and knew by heart many. Alas, for the upcoming evening, he could not find anything that would help him. A Venechka wanted neither more nor less than a declaration of love … Time was very little, and he desperation crept into the Internet in the faint hope that maybe there will be found anything that would help him! Spending a couple of hours, giving up more and more opportunities "web", he suddenly stumbled on a site somewhere on page 8 or 9 Google and the like have already come, when the eyes fell on a little poem, the very first line which caused him to freeze … No admiration, no surprise, no excitement – he just could not tear myself away from the line, read it once, twice, three, already slowly, inhaling the scent of pure love, which went from him … Forgetting why, in fact, he came here, looked at all the verses Venechka placed there … And went back to what first, and again was unable to break away from him until he read it several times.

And just caught myself thinking that she was crying, Venechka copied verse in a notebook, opened it and turned off the computer … To learn a verse from his then-memory was not difficult, but read it aloud, managing to keep the tears … Venechka tried several times to read the verse before the mirror, trying to "raise his voice," and finally gave up on the matter at hand. How readable and readable. And if she does not hear it, that he heard the verse, then they are strangers, and he just try to forget about it … After a week they sat, arms around each other, in front of a computer in his room and read poems of the poet, Benjamin open and give them to each other. A love story. Written by a poet, found its continuation …