Paradise

There are moments of paradise so worth
A thousand years or more in any hell;
Though you’re not conscious of them and can’t tell
Exactly when they’ll happen; then you curse
To find that they have gone, fleetingly; worse,
You cannot recollect and cannot spell
Out micro seconds past – or how you fell,
Bewitched into his arms; was it perverse
To plant your lips so firmly and, yet, close
Your eyes to focus on the precious kiss;
You reached up round his neck; and this device
Has drawn you tight together; on tip-toes,
You gaze up and admire his look of bliss
That so reflects your feelings: paradise!