In the morning, it is possible to forget to take honey and warm milk.


Happiness

My joy, sweetness of mine!
I kiss you in the morning
and listen to your songs
of happiness while dancing
and making coffee.

Like mother's milk to a child,
your gentleness means to me.
Your love is white, my love,
that you wash my face with.
I lean on your breasts
and listen to your heart beat.



Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-11-07 at 11:55

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