Love At All Times

Poem By Alice Baudoin

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

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