The clock ticks on, the hands forever round,
Seconds escape, as hours glide swiftly by.
A rhythm that we never shall confound,
Our fate unknown beneath the endless sky.

When will it end, our fate in stone is sealed,
Meters below, where time no longer sways.
Love, fleeting, unless immortal revealed,
It fades like dreams at night’s forgotten gaze.

Without the care, it slips from our embrace,
A distant light, dissolving in the mist.
And all that’s left are memories we can trace,
As time erodes the lips we once had kissed.

But love can find its form in endless streams,
Immortal in the quiet of our dreams.

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Shakespeare sought fame to make his love divine,
His words eternal in a mortal hand.
But mine resides in realms that can’t decline,
Where neither time nor fame may take a stand.

When stars burn out and silence fills the skies,
My love will rest in voids beyond decay.
Untouched by man or time’s elusive lies,
It lives within the endless dark to stay.