how love can make you cry

The room never looks the same
the light like a long thinker finds
its way to the farthest corner
you walk to the window
to catch the last ray of light
coloring the flock of birds
flying in a straight line
you turn your head around
as if remembering something
questions your lips can not utter
you tilt glass to your lips
champagne bubbles rise
like small thoughts
of love in audible whispers.

note: Lara Fabian sings Je T’aime

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