It was morning
And I loved
Your steps
Feeling the strength of the earth
In a steady breeze
It was daylight
And I loved
Your hand
Resting on your forehead
In a thought
It was night
And I loved
Your smile
Hesitating
Towards the stars
It was us
And I loved
Your unbearable joy
It's the end
And I love
Your silent memory
Alice Baudoin
Topic(s) of this poem: love