You smile.
That knowing smile
and my legs
fall out from under,
but I'd still
crawl the earth, to be there
in that brief meanwhile of life.
The moments
that matter most,
are the ones
you don't notice at first,
that once they are missing
from life
make you feel you must be cursed.
You look into my eyes. An embrace
for the mind, a dance of souls
entwined,
in this frozen
second of time.
This brief meanwhile of life.
And you smile.
That glowing smile
and my mind fails.
My once quick mind,
slow as a snail.
In this brief meanwhile of life.
And you speak.
A whisper
seeks my ears,
inside it seeps.
A delicate lingering
word of hope.
Love.
That word
so often thrown around,
but not really known about.
But in this brief meanwhile of life,
of love
there isn't doubt.
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