One night can be forever.

Out of breath, for all that is done.
You smile, a golden trail follows your face.
My heart skips a beat.

We come together with the rhythym of our heartbeats.
Our bodies join together, as our souls entwine forever.
In motion we become one.

Is this so, was it true? We feel the same, as one.
Is this not forever? Or only the memory.
The memory of love...

©1993 A Mad Poet