Our embraces linger,
each one carrying the urgency of being the last.
Time, surrendering, pauses to watch us,
and in that stillness
we become two frightened children—
fragile, yet endlessly brave.

To look into your eyes is a perfect moment,
a mirror of dormant memories,
of longing to fly,
and of the persistent hope
that we might find each other again.

Let me hold you once more,
let the caresses on your hands never cease,
nor the gentle warmth of your skin.

Let me feel how our heartbeats
merge into one,
and how the thunder of this union
shatters our senses.

For a moment—perhaps brief, perhaps eternal—
we are splendidly fleeting:
you and I,
completely in love.