Little Honest Moments

Love is made of little, honest moments,

moments shared between you and me.
It's the sincerest sacrifice, the truth to be free.

It's not a post or a tweet, a text or a card
It's a sliver, a chip, a crumb, and a shard
of a part of a whole of a dear honest soul
on a tumultuous tug of the truth on a roll.

Love is made of little, honest moments,

moments so clear that the blind can still see.
It's torturous though tolerant: the lock and the key.

Now the tumblers are moving, first, second, and third
each word that is heard is the key ever turned

and the heart ever burns for the secrets interned

and in ever few moments we find what is yearned.

Love is made of little honest moments,

moments not always met with a grin.

It's breathless and gutless that swirl and then spin.

The minuscule memories made of mere malice

are dulled and then grieved with each gulp of the chalice

and the fallacies flare with the glares and the stares

a compounding conundrum for which nothing compares.

But these are the moments that define and refine
and teach the heart lessons from scorched to sublime.
Honest though leery these moments ne'er dreary
expose and impose a love oh so clearly.

Love is made of little honest moments,
moments shared between you and me.
It's the sincerest sacrifice, the truth to be free.