Eternal Love
If I could choose a moment,
To be my eternity,
It would be that one,
Sitting above the Bow River,
On that high Banff perch,
Above the Rocky Mountains.
And your head on my shoulder,
A gentle weight, a whisper of trust,
Underneath the vast, open sky,
Where time slowed to a tranquil crawl,
And the world held its breath,
In reverence to our fleeting, infinite embrace.
The Bow's waters shimmered below,
Their melody a lullaby to our souls,
As we traced the contours of the mountains,
With fingers intertwined, hearts entwined,
Lost in the beauty of the present,
In the grandeur of the now.
The Rockies, ancient sentinels,
Stood guard over our moment,
Their peaks kissed by the setting sun,
A masterpiece of nature's design,
But it paled in comparison,
To the masterpiece we created,
In that eternal moment,
With your head on my shoulder.
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