"My First Paradise"

“Without being asked suddenly I was born
Without being asked suddenly I will die”
(Nichita Stănescu)

You were my first Paradise,
I knew you before even met you,
many years ago,
in empty and long summers
when nights seemed eternal
and all I had were books and dreams…
My first high was you,
the vision of you,
no one knew back then
what days would bring
minutes melting in years
like sea salt,
words that faded away
memories and feelings,
my first Paradise was you
and didn’t realize back then,
the rain,
the falling snowflakes
sunsets flowing like honey through my veins,
My Paradise…
You were my first Paradise and now
you are my Inferno…