It feels good, but just for the moment.
And it's warm,
and it's close,
and it holds my hand, but just for the moment.
Then it lets me go.

And I'll be cold, but just for the moment.
And scared,
and confused
alone in the dark, but just for the moment.
Then it picks me up again.

Lo and Behold.
If only for the moment.

They ooh and aah, but just for the moment.
Nice big smiles and
pats on the shoulder.  
She says, "I love you, baby." But she just loves this moment.
"I love you too."

My memories eat at me, but just for the moment.
I need to get out there!
I get used to the cold,
but I remember the warmth in the heat of the moment.
I can't get over it.

I stand on a soapbox, "Ma'am, Give me a moment!"
...of your time.
Spare change?
Time for a change, Ill seize the moment!
...and it passed.

*knock *knock *knock "Just a moment!"
And that's all it was.
I knew by the knock. I flung open the door.
She was in the neighborhood and visited on the spur of the moment.
"I'm glad you stopped by."

They say life is best lived in the moment. But of all the
days and weeks and
months and years,
I just wish we had a little more
time.