A Little While Eternal Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

Tell him I love to weave these words
into a song upon his luscious lips,
to make the rhythm of my heart
a gentle melody in his ears.
I'd love to turn each fleeting moment
with him into a little while eternal—
dancing and singing,
laughing, whispering,
until the stars begin to fall.

Tell him I love to make these lines
into a love poem with his earnest smile,
to let his heart be the sunlight
that brightens my darkest sky.
I'd love to turn every minute with him
into a little while eternal—
feeling and loving,
dreaming while kissing,
until the stars begin to fall.

Tell him I love to make his hair
my shadow with his teasing eyes.
And make his voice a melody
until the fearful evening dies.
I'd love to make every day with him
a little while eternal—
smiling and touching,
holding, caressing,
until the stars begin to fall.