upon the foundation of love; on the
streets of all our lives,
paved in the many ways of expression,
our love given— is the time willing to be
spent.

       love=time: which both make up life.

to echo the sound of many, the sound of i;
of all the time, all possible things, and a hope
i hope never to die,
as the past like a dearest old friend, the echo of love,
fades as quickly as it once was made.
      ...but soon shall we all meet again.