For A Moment

It's all happening so fast, but all in the best ways.

Every morning I wake up to your texts wishing me a wonderful day,

then some sort of compliment about me to follow.

My mornings are sweeter, my days lighter, and my nights are eager.

Should they be? Is it too fast?

Slow and steady is what we agreed to, but that went out the window pretty early on.

Now all I want is to be in your arms and for you to never let go.

I will appreciate the feeling for the moment, however fleeting it may be,

afterwards I will let it all go and keep moving forward,

or I could stay.

But this is just for the moment.