Love is the moment
When all fanciful and heavenly glory torments
And the days and nights never end without sweet laments.
Love is the moment
When bitterness and sadness ferment
Into gladness and hopeful comments
And many beautiful fragments.
Love is the moment when even- breathes turn into quivers
Love is the moment when that touch causes us many shivers
And makes us float on vast rivers.
Love is the moment when our bodies merge without covers
And no shyness, hunger or thirst hovers
Love is the moment when just by looks, we are branded lovers.
Love is the moment when gossips can try but can never tear us apart, turn shakers nor movers.
Love is the moment when we take the fall and think not of ourselves
Love is the moment when separation does not put our happiness or sadness on the shelves
Love is the moment when each in problems delves
To purge our significant others off their sorry selves.
Love is the moment when anticipation of your presence puts me on nerves
Love is the moment when unimportant things commit bickering only to land us on our sorry selves
But we still know that we have ourselves.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 13, 2013.
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