moment : emotion

one glance, one touch, three words.
love deeply felt and exchanged.
time flying past, thoughts racing.
desperate to savor each fleeting moment.
so many obstacles, yet here we find ourselves.
day in, day out.
i kept catching him staring...
he tried so hard to pretend he wasn't.
it broke my heart even more.
i fought the tears,
but so they found their way out,
burning ever so much with every drop.
i tried hard to capture the moment...
capture his scent, his touch, his eyes, the emotion.
he held me so tightly,
gazing deeply and taking in his own moment.
i know he was playing strong and brave,
not wanting to let his guard down,
look vulnerable.
his eyes showing his genuine, caring heart;
a quick peek inside.
we laid there, locked in each others' embrace.

the soul lies deep within

there is no greater feeling than to be locked in his gaze and his embrace.
this love is inexplicable...
a beautiful challenge.
he notices the smallest details and keeps them locked away in his memories.
i find myself seeking refuge in my dreams;
they are filled with the possibilities of what could/might be;
they give me hope --
which could be blinded love and empty hope.
a sad, naive concept.
have i become a blinded little girl,
lost in false hopes?
overcome by passion?
is this for real?
or just a passionate overwhelmence?
i find myself longing for him,
his touch,
his embrace,
his presence.
i love to gaze into his soul and hear of his passions,
desires and dreams.
i have witnessed his growth and maturity,
the seriousness of his ways and actions,
...
his perspective has altered;
things are lining up.
love is a blurring force of nature.
i keep finding myself trying to keep balanced and level-headed.
i don't want to get too swept up and then find myself falling hard,
so hard in fact that i won't be able to be the same.
i've suffered before and found myself struggling to try again,
hesitant to let myself be vulnerable again.
but without taking a risk and jumping in,
one would never know what could be,
and so comes the good with the bad,
for that is the beauty of life.