Time for time

Tomorrow is not here today and thus being should we not seize the moment for ourselves. This bit of time here now but the moment before gone forever like flower petals floating down a stream, never to pass again in their graceful beauty. Gone is the moment I could have said to you the things I feel. Selfish is it to keep thoughts and feelings from the now. Robbed are we of the moments that we let slip by. I openly offer you my everything, my being, my dreams. Be not afraid of tomorrow but bask in the warmth of my embrace, as I whisper in your ear the things to which will come.