Those things that turn your head. That make you forget what’s important. However slight they seem to you in the minutes they take hold. In waiting comes a feeling of insignificance.
When he speaks I sometimes see his soul in the emotion that falls from his mouth. Listening changes completely I change completely. To feel his lips on my fingertips, to soak him up, to have him always close.
Sometimes it feels like a dream, but dreams are for sleepers and I’m wide awake. I’m at my best beside him at my happiest in his arms. In goodbye the only sadness lies.
but time spent in your arms is magical. Time can’t erase nor alter the depth of my love for you or those hours of ecstasy.