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.