Just the One

A single step in time’s immortal height,
I paused to smell the roses, wet with dew,
to watch the moon ascend majestic night
and, in that moment, fell in love with you.

And all our moments grew from just the one,
a solitary portion of an hour--
but, oh my love, that moment was the sun
that gave its light to grow this lovely flower.

In such a moment miracles occur --
when love’s a rose whose fragrance fills the air,
when past recalls how beautiful you were
and present how beloved. Then and there

I chose to give my heart, to stop pretending--
to live within this moment, never ending.