A Moment In Time
T'was my foot that you grabbed when I fell,
fear-you seemed to dispel.
A drawing you drew to trigger a-new...
t'was my foot that you grabbed when I fell.
T'was my hand that you held when I shook,
a page was turned in the book.
The words that I caught from work of the thought,
t'was my hand that you held when I shook.
T'was my hair you caressed when I ached,
the warmth of your care how it shaped;
Eyes that had gaped from love that was draped...
t'was my hair you caressed when I ached.
T'was my lips that you missed when you kissed,
a moment in time in the mist.
You fell to the floor, I ran out the door...
t'was my lips that you missed when you kissed.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2019
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