I looked at you,

tried to discover the magic

in your smiling face.

We spoke in hurried but precise sentences,

with nervous laughter,

our eyes sparkling,

our lips red and full of poetry,

our hearts trembling wild,

and the wind caressing your glowing black hair.

Still I never talked about love, love, my love.

Come nightfall, I would curse my stupidities

and find myself

secretly loving you.