Slow Motion

there is a time
there is a place
there is a start
there is a pace
for everything
but not the thing
that makes your heart soar
that makes feelings grow
that makes time slow
it fills the void
gaping wide
it brings down the walls
exposing your cries
and your joys
blissful moments
sometimes shared
everyone wants
but no one dares
they come and they go
those few seconds
you want forever
years go by
but you always remember
there is a time
there is a place
there is a start
there is a pace
for everything
but not the thing
that makes your heart soar

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