In the beginning we walked and talked for hours,

Time seemed to race.

We got to know each other well,

You showed me feminine grace.

Now time stands still.

The timbre of your voice remains,

As it was those months ago.

And the gift of conversation has not changed,

But the content seems different though.

Now time stands still.

Your eyes still sparkle and still they shine,

Your light is a sensual glow.

You still envision me as someone who,

You’ll always be glad to know.

Now time stands still.

Michael L. Taylor©