Inside themselves, they keep those petals hidden from the eye

Friends, the picture is dedicated to lovers, loving two hearts United by the Sky ....
I would like to touch on the topic, " how in Russia the spouses addressed each other "
The husband addressed his wife as follows:
Most often, a man called his wife " my soul". Because a woman is something that makes sense to live for!
What makes sense if the soul is forgotten?
How could you deceive your soul, how could you lower your hands when your soul is full of life, energy and makes you move forward!
The wife addressed her husband as follows:
The light of my eyes-because the wife admired her husband, saw in him a ray of sun, among the gloomy clouds! She admired him because he lit up her life with light and warmth!

Work from the series " my Soul "
( Favorite )
made on canvas gallery stretching, the sides of the picture painted in the tone of the work, perhaps hanging without a frame .
The picture is made in the style of avant-garde painting

I would like to place beautiful poems by Zinaida Mirkina, whose poetry fascinates ...
And the flower that flew,
Which faded in the middle of summer,
Still so fresh, so light-bearing white,
Still just blooming somewhere...

And the smell ... Oh, that smell,
That suddenly came flooding back and disappeared from,
They also keep it inside themselves
Those petals hidden from the eye...

And maybe a fire-winged Seraph
Invisible in our firmament,
Like a ray that is already invisible here,
In another country at this moment the sun rises.

So you are... Yes, that's you...
How could you disappear completely?
Then the sun would have fallen from a height,
And an abyss would open up under your feet.

But the pine tree is still growing,
And look in my house birch wants;
And silently the gaze goes out of the window
Somewhere deep into the white night...
10.07.1983.
Never-ending meeting
Zinaida Mirkina