My days fly by while yours gracefully drift
Their disparate paces strain our held hands
My days are blurs of your presence, laughing, touching, loving
Am I full enough in yours?
The sun cannot stop, but might it slow, to give me more of you?
Spring flowers, their scent a quick whiff
Summer warmth, a moments blush
Autumn colors, a flash of your beauty
Winter cold, too brief our slumbering embrace
The sun cannot stop, but might it slow, to give me more of you?
To live each day as if it's our last
Proclaims a defeat before it's time
The fullness of all our days to come
However many, we should feel in each one
The sun cannot stop, but might it slow, to give me more of you?
