In the heat of the moment.

In the heat of the moment, all that stood between us was frozen. As time stood still the eternity in your eyes is all I could see, as if life around us was nothing more then muted memories once more. 

It has been said that eyes are the windows into someone’s soul, yet I await the profound feelings that your gaze promises me.

Every encounter we foolishly surrender to is the intimate fate we silently yearn for one another, but time can’t stand still forever. Time waits for no one.

Moments lived in the heated breath of the visual pursuit of your soul, will dangerously coach me towards the addictive taste of euphoria, that floods your soul enough to make it rain from your frozen eyes.

As rivers of eternity wash the stains of my emotion direct to your window, I see myself in your eyes, even if I’m your muted memory and nothing more.