Perfect

The picture was perfect
almost like a painting,

Perfect in every way
we held each other tight
all through the night.

We awake in the morning
still laying side by side
still tight as if the world was coming to a end.

The moment was so perfect
it was so silent.

The snow fell silent
the wind was blowing
without a sound.

How could a moment be so perfect
so silent...
so perfect...