Magic In The Cabin Poem by Octavian Cocos

Flames are dancing in the fireplace
In the cabin only we are present
My heart's beating at a faster pace
And the bed is soft and very pleasant.

Night is falling, probably too soon,
Snow has stopped, at least I have this feeling,
I can hardly see the crescent moon
Through the steamy window near the ceiling.

In the room, the magic is divine
We are silent, but I touch your shoulder
And I kiss you, thinking you are mine,
Even though you're young and I am older.

You are huddling gently on my chest
Then I feel the warmth of your embraces
In the end we stop to sleep and rest -
Only God can see our happy faces.