Moments

What if I had stolen that moment as my opportunity to kiss your gentle lips?
Would my moment become yours?

Moments.
Like today when you came through the door and my smile lit up my whole face.
I cant hide these things.
You made me so happy by existing.
Or that corner glance you gave me while looking over my shoulder as we uploaded Exhibits 18-29 of our client’s affidavit.
At that moment I knew you had a battle the same as mine.
What if I had stolen that moment as my opportunity to kiss your gentle lips?
Would my moment become yours?
I can’t help but to feel that my treacherous heart is more deceitful than yours.
Moments.
If you took the moment to hear my heartbeat,
and understand its rhythm,
and then followed it,
In that very moment, you will give me forever.
And if I had a moment to teach your heart how to beat the rhythm of the Gospel,
and speak the pure language of love,
In that moment I will have given you forever.
Moments.
All I need is one.
But with the voices of conscience,
family and friends,
every moment is passed and disgarded into a sea of raging passion.
That being my bloodstream.
Hoping and praying it doesn’t erupt like an inactive volcano not knowing where to spill its heat.
Moments.
Like just now when I told you I was leaving for the day.
Your pout.
My hug.
Followed by the lift of your chin,
That was the moment I knew…

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