Someone may say to you

One day someone will be able to ask 

Why you wasted so much time 

With a man like me. 

One day you will hear from others

That I have changed your life for the worse, 

That everything that I told you 

It was just the result of a sick imagination. 

One day you will believe 

You are left alone because of me,

And the man with whom you will live 

Quarrel for pure jealousy. 

So, you'll go to the banks of the river 

And sitting on its side 

You will see the birth of a flower 

Where your tears are falling 

In your silent crying of love.

(Mikhail Lermontov- copyright - Misha2014)