The hands of time tied my hands,
And held me from holding you.
With each grain of passing sands
I wish, Oh! Could not we begin anew?

A proud tongue concealed, a deaf me
To the beating of your, heart breaking.
My open eyes, were still blind to see
Tragic music, your eyes were making.

My words and tears now trudge together,
Holding, a broken man on, a broken bridge,
To summer! Away from this untimely weather
So end not in dark chasms, but the warm ridge!

To tomorrow’s love yesterday! I could not see my way,
So not her, but walls held, and souls ne'er meld away
For in my hand a timepiece swung and the principles thereof
But what she held in her heart was a piece of timeless love.