Deja vu

Have you ever seen a peony under a candle light? It makes the space mystical. A safe enchanted heaven. I feel that I was here before Back in another time, Back in a different century, When people believed in magic. Then we were together you kissed my forehead while I was reading my book, Paradiso by Dante. You we were looking at me like I was a precious jewel, A jewel that you would never want to lose, Something you bury with you, Because it is a part of you. You were looking at me like I was the one The one that brings light into your life.