Love leads with a gentle hand
right to the edge of time
where I stand as one in awe
of what is still in store
for it stretches still and further on
than ever thought before.
And too love snatches back again
the vision of it all
to make of mind the searching kind
that ne’er can see or feel again
the immensely beautiful.
Now for life that one true time
makes of itself a mockery
in the hiding and denying
and necessity the thief of time
has stripped that vision clean.
Time, there’s time and still more time
and there is love and still more love
but the once created not ever re-created
unless they stand together
on this precipice called “life”!
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