Our Time

This time that comes between us, I hate the most. It drags through the dy. A black cloud overhead, time standing still. The time we are together flies so fast. A whilrlwind, over too quickly and always leaves me sad and longing for you. This desire I have to be with you is like the air in my lungs. You are more than a desire you are a necessity. My soul is livened by your brilliant smile. Your voice, carries on the wind whistling in my ear. I ask how this can be one I've known for such a short time. Is this Love? Infatuation? Of that, I'm not sure but I will be seeking the answer, with you.