So wonderfully beautiful were they,
We wish they'd, a bit longer, last,
That we'd hold onto them, forever.
But alas, man ain't so clever...
Yet, don't we all, sometimes wish,
We could make time stop,
Make it obey us for just a bit -
To take one particular moment,
And have it eternally persist.
While the pragmatist within us,
Shouts out with all his might,
Telling us, this ain't right.
But, in such moments fleeting,
Everything seems so perfect,
It all seems so rightly decked,
We're at a loss to see,
How being pragmatic would serve us better,
Than being what the heart is crying out to be.