The Art Of Love Poem by Dejan Stojanovic

The Art Of Love

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It was then
When the breeze took care of your hair
When you didn't think
Of styling yet were always stylish
In your natural grace
You found the source of attraction
Not being aware of the hidden power
Radiating from your face
You walked confidently
Through the streets of Kotor
It was then
When you felt the importance of art
And understood that without art
Even love cannot survive—
Love is a special science
It was then
Under the birch tree
When you felt the breeze
Whispering in your ears
Untranslatable meanings
Which you understood without learning
It was then
When you became an artist

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Dejan Stojanovic

Dejan Stojanovic

Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia)
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