Love has no start, no finish line to cross,
A boundless river, ever at a loss
For origin or end, it simply flows,
Through valleys deep and where the wild wind blows.

It whispers tales in ancient, weathered stone,
And paints the sky with hues unseen, and unknown.
A timeless dance, in every heart it weaves,
A constant hum, in falling autumn leaves.

Love's melody transcends the hands of time,
A boundless echo, forever in its prime.
Yes, love takes time