This Present Moment

A few days back, the words of love

Seemed so blanch and dull

With the stone and pebbles residing in the chambers of my heart,

With the stone unturned gathering mosses, scrambling emotions apart.

Missing small moments of the fight

The funniest expression of concern

Was there really a Mr Right

To keep my smile alive and fun. 

Gathering up the trust, I saw a stranger 

Nurturing the smallest of our moments

Who made me realise that love was not 

A hollow log to just keep afloat

But to tie them together to cross the blue waves to the coast.

Just his support seems enough to carve the smile on my face

Holding his arms showers strength to continue my race,

Strings of love were lost into oblivion

But just his meagre presence satiated my soul to the power of a million.