Time does not matter, we are living.

The air is crisp, the night is clear,
And I am with you.
As we walk, we see fire flies,
And hear crickets too.
As we approach the darkness of trees,
I see you smile.
You grab my hand, squeeze it softly,
And I wish to myself to stay in this moment for awhile.
Time does not matter though, we are living.
We sat down by an old fence,
Surrounded by the darkness of trees,
And talked, endlessly.
You stared at me, and I stared at you.
And we both knew,
Time does not matter, we are living.