IF BUT A MOMENT

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  • Lost Love

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    I wrote this for someone whom I thought will be my love. Only it never turned out that way.

    IF BUT A MOMENT

    If but one moment I can see you, just to feel you, hear your words next to mine,

    If but for a moment I could touch you hold you close to me

    If but for a moment I could taste you devour you completely

    If but for a moment I could hear your heart beat next to mine same beat same rhythm

    If but for a moment I could touch your hair run my fingers through them

    If but for a moment I could gently caress you lovely face feel its shape in my palm of hand

     

    If but for a moment I could kiss your neck delight in your strength

    If but for a moment I could rub my palm just down your chest and feel your hair

    If but for a moment you let me breath in your aftershave

    If but for a moment I could I would

     

    If but for a moment I could lay my fingers and scratch you back and

    If but for a moment I could kiss your lips and bite your lip and suck your blood and taste

    If but a moment I could lay your hand on my head

    If but for a moment if you touch my eyes and you gently caress them to and fro

    If but for a moment your hear my heart as it beats so fast

     

     If but for a moment you could hold me tight like you have never done

    If but for a moment you could feel my fear my desire to..

     If but for a moment you could taste my need and draw it out

    If but for a moment you lay me down and

     If but for a moment you whisper in my ear and you make me do all that you say

    If but for a moment is I will do so only all I have

     If but for a moment I can fall in love with you forever

     

    msnc

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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