The split second of a breeze exhales
pausing between forgotten seconds,
whiled harrowed hearts weep.
A fleeting thought
moved by a quick brush of the hand,
without consequence or reprimand.
But the ardors of love,
difficult to abate,
do not leave us as easily.
pausing between forgotten seconds,
whiled harrowed hearts weep.
A fleeting thought
moved by a quick brush of the hand,
without consequence or reprimand.
But the ardors of love,
difficult to abate,
do not leave us as easily.