Tuesday, 18 October 2011

A Moment

It is not so much,
To wait, to view a vision.
For a brief glimpse,

To lightly hold hands, briefly.
For you so little,
It would mean so much for me.

It is not so much,
To ask, to plead, beg, to hope.
To dream again, soon,

Of crushing the tears inside.
For you so easy,
For me, alone, impossible.

A moment of your time,
The most precious thing of all.
Is it not so much?

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