It was the morning of our love,
There was a smell of fresh-baked bread,
This filled the room, where we lay blithe, 
Together naked on the bed. 

It was a silent summer dawn,
When I embraced you in my arms,
There was just smell of mowed lawn 
And ardent passion in our eyes.

Your skin was silk,
My words were sweet,
And touching you
I felt your beat.
We both were young,
We didn"t know
That all will change
After tomorrow.
And only thing
That will remain
Will be our passion"s
Fervent flame.
But in that morning, quite and calm
We didn"t think about harm.
We cuddled up together tight
"Cause love spread over us its might.

Александр Григорьев-Лабажевский (Армен Григорян), Ереван, 09.03.2010

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