Droplets of Pensiveness

If the skies fall, hold her hand.
Listen to her confessions and let her words descend into your soul.
Trust her, you have Time.
Such will come, when the chasm of miles will ebb.
Such will come, when your cheeks will know a warm breath.
Such will come, when you both will be staring at the same bed.
Allusions and reveries will be revealed. Naked with nothing but truth.
For actions, imbued with sensuality and covetousness, are consummately more lasting.
Surely more than mere abstraction and imagination.
Now you wait, until Time decides to arrive.
For what is more blissful, more satisfying, than something that has ripened over Time...