If Time were a bandit, and a friend of mine,
I'd ask for all the moments back that he stole,
the ones when you and I made life so divine,
and together felt alive, complete, and whole.
If Memories could do more than linger about,
I'd lose myself in pleasures of sound and touch,
when laughter carried and kisses left no doubt,
when smoldering passions engulfed us so much.
If Photos would only blink when I sit and stare,
I'd know your presence endlessly and ever near,
your beauty and allure which captures like a snare,
the comfort of your closeness that keeps all clear.
If Words can span the distance to reach inside deep,
crossing plains, hills, valleys, waters, and skies of blue,
then perhaps mine will be enough to hold and keep,
so that you will always and forever know, I love you.