when love is slow

when love is slow,

slowly time passes as I wait in the falling snow
to “run into” you and walk

slow is the pace my mind wanders,
the way I form perfect answers
to questions not asked

slowly and gently, a moment passed
is a sweet memory made
and my heart grows fonder

and I desire a love so tender,
an embrace to last another

because when love is slow,
i just forget
how quickly time flows.