Ticking,
Ticks,
Tick goes the time—
A rhythm unbroken,
A beat beyond our grasp.

No space to dissipate,
No void in time.
It marches forward,
Unyielding,
Untouched by our pleas.

Time is ever-present,
Yet never ours.
It slips through fingers
Like sand in an open palm,
A constant that we cannot own.

Those who know
Feel the pulse of the clock.
They understand the watch—
It beats for those who seize it,
For those who rise to its challenge.

Do you hear it?
The whisper of moments
Passing unclaimed?

Rise.
Face the ticking drum.
It's time.

In her gentle hands, I was held,
From her loving chambers, I came forth to dwell.
A woman, yet an ocean vast,
Filled with precious treasures that forever will last.

Vast and virtuous, she stands apart,
One of a kind, a loving heart.
She broods over her own with care,
Nurturing and guiding with a love beyond compare.

She provides, she supplies, and she loves unconditionally,
A blessing from God, a treasure to me.
Unspoken are the sacrifices she's made,
A true personality, in every way.

My guiding light, my shining star,
Forever in my heart, near and far.
She is the figure,
The personality I revere.

Appointment planned, agreed upon,
In perfect harmony, our schedules had won.
The appointed day arrived, I sat and waited,
Glancing at the clock, my patience created.

Time ticked on, the scheduled hour slipped away,
I grew annoyed, my frustration here to stay.
Just when I thought the wait would never cease,
You strolled in, with a smile, and a gentle breeze.

"Elegantly late," you said with a grin,
I raised an eyebrow, my skepticism within.
Is lateness elegance, or just a lack of care?
I pondered this, as you stood there.

I will not hold my peace.
He came,
He died,
He rose,
He reigns—our Savior eternal.

My voice will not falter.
I speak with bold authority,
For He is my Commander,
And I follow His call.

My life is His,
And in Him, I live.
He is my one true love,
The eternal Lover of my soul.