The best night was wasted,
in your hands, a flash of light,
the sweet flowed, a gentle reproach,
on your luscious lips, my cross.
Starlight dancing in your laughter,
a whisper that the wind caressed,
it was an instant, the precise life,
where time in your embrace froze.
And it was there that I discovered,
that deep inside me there was already,
a hidden, subtle ‘I love you’,
like a sigh burning in the cold mist.
The best night was wasted,
and even if the dawn comes with its sad light,
I'll carry in my veins, as a reproach,
That love was made fire on your cross.
