Moments

I wish I could write the prints of the moments The beautiful times we spent in comments Our nights meant nothing to the exalted pleasure For your words were lights' flood without measure. The simple talks we never had hard to share The mere moments where your little sparks a big care The life in your seemingly angered love And your sleep in the tranquility of a dove. The time we sat and sang together And the rhythm of your voice that fine- tuned better The melodies we both came to hate And the song that hunt down our hearty state. These moments liquidly shut in The clouds are gathered in me and now 'tis the rain I want to dream and yet not in a sleep A chance to favourably dreamily peep. The moments we held hands and cried Like a wedding disgraced by the absence of a bride For a change of heart and etching a refresh Old to new and we began afresh. Shout this moment, I plead you tell Proud victors and sure with a yell I know this is sure a true moment, so true It is good better best to be two.