LOVE

Once,
You Held my heart in your
hands,
You held my hand in yours,
You cupped my being within your mind.
You moulded me as putty,
I was your victim,.
Once,
I bowed,
at your command.
The sands of time,
flowed through your fingers,
As time you change and fold,
apparently,
Just Like fresh bed linen, crisp and cool.
Time flows, fragrant.
Almost, as if an egg timer took control,
Still those sands they trickle,
to the beat of love's, own metronome.
Once,
You were a dream, a beautiful one.
(C) Livvi