Sense of The Moment

. . . I remember when it all began

. . . I knew that it might end

So I promised to savor the memory

Keep each fleeting moment we might spend

 

. . .The sound of your laugh, your tender sigh

. . . the sparkle in your eye

The scent of your hair when we’re dancing

The way you'd speak my name,

If I never hear again, or the taste of your kisses in the rain.

 

. . .  I always will remember all the times

. . . When laughed until we’d cry

Or the sense of the moment that you loved me

Feel the storm blowing in

Trees rustling in the wind

Or the touch of your breath upon my skin

 

. . .  I'll always remember 

. . . I didn’t mean to make you cry

Or the sense of the moment that you loved me

How we knew we felt the same 

Sunday mornings we would spend

In a tangle, sleeping in,

With the warmth of your breath upon my skin.

 

Sunday mornings we would spend

In a tangle, sleeping in,

With the warmth of your breath upon my skin.

I can't add anything to give this more meaning...

This is basically one take on the guitar.  Yes, I can play it live just like that.

© 2019 by Wayne Willingham

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