He was hers, and she was his!
But only in that moment.
Because you see as the days turned into nights
and the nights turned into days...the moments in between were the moments that counted most,
hanging on to every hour, every minute and second,
so sure of themselves, they'd loose something.
For the first time they had something worth holding onto.
Mornings were whispers and soft kisses,
nights were flames and long talks.
They knew that when the end was the end; when the night was over,
they're hands would no longer be intertwined
and they'd be left with memories and replayed echoes of the lovers night before.
" The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth"
But if they'd remember...
then there hearts will unite and become One forever.
