Swimming around gently,
for what seemed like an eternity,
in what was but a moment,
in her big brown eyes.

Time, with its ever changing moods,
never stopping,
always without mercy,
I have myself a stay of execution.

Swimming in this warmth,
this glow of love and affection,
I am nary a man,
nary a being of time or space.

In infinity I bask, in the glory,
of simply being loved,
by a heart that knows not,
not what bounds are.