When poetry falls short
When rules go overboard
When Trust is no longer a gamble but a security
When dawn is not a moment for she turned into a permanently

When Love is no longer an exception but the rule
When crazy is acknowledged in All her Wisdom and no longer called the state of being a fool
When the Sky is no longer blue
When we speak from our Hearts and All that is said is True

When tears spring from bliss
When Beauty is All there is…
When we part and no longer miss
When with all means we celebrate

That is the Moment of which I was made
When we make Love that is what we create