Why Does Time Stop

We drove to our favorite place,

a little park on the south side of town,

there inside the city forest,

a glance of open field waited our eyes.


I remember just how many times,

I held your hand to marvel at life

I was a young boy with girl at my side,

we were in love for that moment’s design.


I stole away in the fantasy of maturation

to imagine this is my life with you today,

than like the sun peeking through the wood,

I watched nightfall become my newest ally.


When the common flow becomeĀ love’s energy,

slowly drifts aside, like fallen leaves of autumn.

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