My Best Times

My best times are not as infinite as the stars above this frosted night,
nor is it as long as forever,
but how I prayed so much for it to be.

They are as small as a single tear.
So small yet so precious and irreplaceable,
so fragile yet every drop is so much memorable.

My best times may not be as happy as others.
But on these times my heart screams the loudest.
For I am with her, and that is all that matters.

On these times, the nights are most beautiful.
And on these times I rest so calmly on her,
as if I never rested before.

I hold her, so dearly. Hold her as close as though I'll never let go.
Kiss her and kiss her for every fragment of a time that passes.
And in every kiss and in every touch is a whisper of how much I love her.

Through these ordinary days, I think of her. I miss her.
I long for every smile in her deep eyes,
for every trail of the sweet scent of her hair,
for every comfort in her touch,
for every warmth in her embrace.

How could I not yearn for her in my arms.
Remembering those memories could never be sweeter and agonizing.
And waiting could never be longer.

My best times are not as infinite as the stars above this frosted night,
nor is it as long as forever.

They are moments spent with her under the most beautiful sky.