There was a strange moment
where time itself seemed to slow down
to a hundredth of a second
where everything was perfect.
Maybe it was just
the last vestiges of the sunset
dancing off your hair,
or maybe it was just a trick of the eye.
But for a moment,
there was perfection.
Maybe it was just,
because I like the way you smoke,
the way the colour accents your eyes,
in the mere moments that pass as you exhale.
But for a moment,
there was perfection.
Maybe it was just
because your smile ignited sparks,
that warmed me like the soft glow of a candle
as darkness started to fall.
But for a moment,
there was perfection.
Maybe it was just,
the way your voice lifted my spirits
as if nothing at all,
could make you happier.
For a moment,
there was perfection.
But for a lifetime,
there was true happiness.