In the cool of the spring breeze
I'll brush your hair aside
And let the tears fall on my face
Like ink onto the page
Etching into my memory
The beauty of this moment
I am torn
Between basking in now
Or running into shelter
So I can seal the past in hues
Transforming present into forever
Or at least its facsimile
For an inkling of a moment with you
Is better than ten thousand
With the joy abounding on your face
So woefully out of frame
But alas
Even it falls short
An inkling cannot
Breathe the scent of fresh blossoms into my lungs
Place the warmth of your hands in mine
Lift my heart as if our eyes are meeting
Drive away the thoughts of anywhere else
Bring you here with me
No, I choose to cherish
To make shelter where you are
To build a world worth waltzing through
To love every moment worth capturing
To bury the fear of the end
To be here with you