Like love, it burns with romance.
Like life, it lives on.
It moves peacefully like a slow dance
And races past dawn.
It stores memories that you make
So they wouldn't be lost.
A swinging pendulum nowhere near its break.
Time; such a priceless cost.
Time is shaped in colors of red, blue, and gold.
It can also hold secrets that no one has ever known.
Think of a time where Time wasn't bold.
You admire it like a precious stone.
Shout out to AnNakiaOfAFlower daddycheshire Alayne186 for giving me ideas to make this poem! <3 ^-^
~Sasha xo
