"Oh, we have a little time."

An immeasurable number of tick-tocks.

It's enough to kiss your forehead and then the tip of your nose.

Repeated
twice.

It is the little gap of patient waiting for tea to steep
&
wisps of warmth to kiss your fingertips.

Enough time for nervousness to flicker in irises and shyness to tip-toe into crimson cheeks.

Oh, and sweets?
There is always time to whisper 'I love you'
on
the
cupid's bow
of
your
lips.

Always.