“It is time to live now, Cilka,” he [Alexandr] says. “Without fear, and with the miracle of love.”
“Is that a poem?” she asks him, smiling through her tears.
“It is the beginning of one.”
“There is something else I have to tell you,” Alexandr says seriously.
Cilka stares at him. Waiting for more.
“I’ve fallen in love with you.”