The first hour

And leaning in a touch of hands

While looking at the picture snaps

And time so very still it stands

Not wanting moments to elapse

We stole an hour at no one’s cost

As from the mundane we escaped

My cares were sixty minutes lost

As in your voice my mind was draped

Let’s meet again as worlds collide

And I can be alone with you

Tectonic plates our hands that slide

We crack the earth creating new

In shifting you have pulled me near

Those minutes gone so precious dear

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