Love and Time

My soul is trapped in a continuum of love and time.

Love and Time



Ah, my dearest of dears,

The unique vision, apparent, the admiration,

The stream of these tears

Is a result of lost contemplation.



To lose a being of such,

The crumble of my soul, heartbreak.

To love one as much

As I do with you, is heartache.



Eyes awoken, mind con-decided,

If I am to await a thousand eternities

Then let it be thus, coincided

With a melancholy of many uncertainties.



To love one as greatly

Is the wait I shall exhaust for your excellence,

My heart is of lately

A decadence, a loose construct of her essence.



Desideratum, passion to acquire

As I do become fascinated by the divine,

My thoughts are a fire

Flaming in the furnace of love and time.