Time moves to fast,

takes our love,
to the end.
Can I not cherish the time.

Time has always been,
my cruel little gem.

It does not teach of love,
but of cuss and hate.

Can I not cherish the moments,
that are oh so sweet,

on the skin of my lips.
And the curve of my hips.
That sing and dance.

A song so sweet,
The story of time,
that nips at my feet.