Charoskhon Ismoilova
A candle lit quietly in my heart,
I said its name – love.
A star in my eyes, a dream in my hand,
And a wonderful dew in my heart.
You came, the world suddenly changed,
The mornings were laughing, the nights were clear.
With every breath, my heart is with you,
In every dream, I remember your heart
Love is magic, but pure magic,
For it there is no time, no distance, no path.
It asks for honesty from hearts,
It asks for loyalty from hearts.
And if you say that my love will not fade,
Keep it forever in the depths of your heart
Preserved feelings are always pure,
Because love is a great miracle
Charoskhon Ismoilova
Second-year student of the Faculty of Philology and Art at Urgench State University, Khorezm region