There was a moment that seemed to me as beautiful as the light.


Light

Sacred, the moment was when
I embraced you and touched
your lips, when I got you all
in bloom, and made bright
and happy, and your skin
became soft like rose's petals.

Sacred, the moment was when
I became a part of you, of your
dream and sigh, shiver and warmth,
when I forgot you had
the other name but love, and
that you were a part of me,
so dear and inseparable.

Sacred, the moment was when
I saw you so tender and sweet,
when I saw you silent while
dressing and leaving.



Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-11-07 at 11:51

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