One moment does not out-last another
They come, they go, and they fade together
But in the humming blur of reverie
There are moments that stand alone in my memory
Master-piece moments that can never slip
Beyond the warmth or touch of my lips
They cannot fade into obscurity
For somehow they have become
The favorite part of me
One moment is a mere heart-beat or a sigh
A tear perhaps or flicker of the eye
But in this myriad of moments in the sun
I have held a few that cannot be outdone
And even as those moments slipped away
I knew that I would never be the same
For somehow, momentarily
I held you close and you became
The favorite part of me
Janet~
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