The pouty sensual lips, the beautiful warm smile, the alluring captivating stare and my lustful earthly desires are all that remain: ruins and relics of one magical moment in time …
The magic still remains: in the song of every bird, your voice I hear: the universe allowing me a moment for reminisce; in the expression of each and every flower, your delicate beauty I witness: the universe granting me a moment to reflect; with each gentle breeze, a soft reminder of a moment in time: my breath taken, my heart beat still; with each rain, the sorrow of having to let go and the joy of nurturing one of God’s butterflies into flight
... now, just relics and ruins remain: a constant reminder of a grand love still to be excavated
… even if for just one magical moment in time