Marina Tsvetaeva

• Girlfriend. 9. You walk along your road..., by Karina McCorkle
  You walk along your road, / I do not touch your hand. / But the despair in me — it’s too eternal, / That you were to me — a stranger. The heart...
• You pass me by as you stroll..., by Ilya Shambat
  You pass me by as you stroll, / I don't touch your hand at all. / But my angst is eternal yet, / That you be the first I met. Heart said "Darli...