Passing Moments

Sometimes love will set the scene
For this moment not to pass
As I look outside an open door
And see you on the grass

Barefoot on the morning dew
As your head is pointed high
A graceful swan has you paused
While the wind is rushing by

Your blonde hair caught by the breeze
Where behind you it will flow
While I'm watching through this frame
Which seems to play in slow

Although seconds feel eternal
To be caught within your spell
Where you still take my breath away
When I thought I knew you well

Down the stairs I leave for work
But now I'm running late
I try to pass but pause to kiss
And work can now just wait