Mere moments stretch themselves before my eyes
Into wild whirling hours, lingering
As if they too were subject to suprise
And stayed themselves forever fingering
Their watchfobs saying "well, I ought to go"
But never quite prepared to really leave.
The times that pass so timorously slow
Are those which I hide up my empty sleeve
To think about her love for me. As such,
They cannot zip by me, because I cling
To them. I love these moments very much,
And when they pause with me they always bring
Such joy that I am glad they last so long,
For while they last there's nothing can go wrong.
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