What is love
but a fleeting of moments
like string gently pulled.
Like it was planned such a long time ago,
and now the time has come.
Celebrated with kisses and warmth
and two hands
squeezed together.
Xo
What is love
but a fleeting of moments
like string gently pulled.
Like it was planned such a long time ago,
and now the time has come.
Celebrated with kisses and warmth
and two hands
squeezed together.
Xo
momentsbymel 
lovely writing! thanks for this! It lifted my day. xxx