Love Poem: Breathless Moments
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Written by: Tim Smith

Breathless Moments

Barely six and the bustle winds
through depths of lost descent
where reality hunts the night
dreaming of incoherent content 

here dusk drifts off ever deep
butterfly float on off to sleep
in wings of the dormant pine 
almost silently still, she weeps

but all I hear are angelic voices
begging on moonbeams to fly
breathless meaningful moments 
singing in every teardrop cried

vous avez pris mon souffle

as I placed my hands upon her heart
a path opened to intimate ardor
and a pleasingly inauspicious start