Moment yet to come.

At moments I’m not receiving from yourself

I remain who I am completely

And without cause

Just distinguished within your space.

I had known other internal transformation yet,

I couldn’t keep myself from it

Elixir, mettle swiftly between what I know I should be

There is you.

I am sorry. For all things yet to come.

The first moment, that brisk scent of dust covered porcelain; I could see you in my future.

All the moments yet to come.

I know you, but how?

The first moment relentless and successful toward the better things.

I see you.

And want to see you forever - unbroken wave of a moment to last.

I love you.