You are so beautiful

There you were, your lit-up face, one Thursday afternoon I have almost forgotten, a few weeks ago now, but for you, your cream, milk-soft, lit-up face, blurring at the edges of my eyes, I dared not look at you.

And then one night you came. You sat next to me. We drank the wine on the table. We talked for seven hours. I couldn't stop looking at you. It was all dark. There was only one light.