In this brief time we speak, we hold hands and through our eyes we communicate a story without words. I am lost in a trance with your beauty, I see every imperfection of our human body but somehow it holds perfect. All that there is, is now. All that there will ever be is now. There is no future and no past, our gazes and smirks are like a painting portraying all of human perception. This is all that we are and all that we will ever be but it holds so beautiful, impeccably.