The happiest day

The happiest day

I´ve lost myself, gliding high in the air

with peace of mind but some kind of despair

the sweetest pleasure I‘ve taken from that kiss

the innocent print that burns on my lips

I remember your dark brown eyes

and I feel all the shining beauty behind

that´s the fragile place where I could hide

take my hand and let us avoid the slide

(at least sometime)

That time we met is the happiest day

I have nothing more to say

and a little wish that I am yours

you are mine

is waiting to be underlined

(regardless the time)

That time we met is the happiest day

I can´t think but whisper your name again

let us leave all the intriques behind

with the highest treasure, we´ve once managed to find

I can still feel the happiest day

flowing in my veins,

I can still feel the happiest day

burning inside like a flame

(Hanuš Šparlinek)

25.12.09

Rewritten a re-named on 27.1.2013