Moments caught in time so fleeting so sublime. We enjoy the moment for what it holds waiting for loves story to unfold. The silent glances the brush of breath on skin foretell of moments to be relived again and again. With hearts a pounding as time flies we search for clues in the others eyes. Does the other know can they tell this heart of mine has already fell? With loves whisper on every breath it fills us with life yet scares us to death. It scarcely can be explained and never contained what we feel inside. If we give it what it needs it never dies.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 05:05:46 +0000
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