Time Stands Still Poem by Eva Mae Witt

As I tenderly walk in the field, I feel the warm caress
of the sweetness of springs wind on my mauve dress
when in this time, time seems to stand so still
sometimes I feel our long-distance love affair will.

As we both do work in different trades of work
these times when I'm home and so all alone I thus smirk
and then unto my eyes, as I see a silhouette of a shadow dance
We'll keep each other's lingering fragrance is sheer romance.

Alas, in the future we'll be romancing in pleasures with beauty of cause
Off in the field, we'll be fully rendered in lieu of your delicate pause
as we succumb to these sweet-scented fields to our desires
We'll be captivated to experience whimsical delectable passionate fires

I'll be passionately waiting here at home for you so we can share
Our endearing time for I feel like time stands still for you beyond compare.
off in the field