Love & Time (AshRald)
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LOVE AND TIME
Love and time, hand in hand,
Through the passage of a life.
How many words, poems and songs
Have been written by lovers and poets alike,
Describing this amazing feeling called, Love,
and begging for more of a simple thing called, Time,
Asking the great timekeeper in the sky for more of it,
Or to have it wound back, for fore-longed memories,
or to stop it, to bypass some painful moments,
or simply speed it up, to embrace the arrival of happier times..
Love and time, hand in hand,
Through the passage of a life.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
I don’t believe that’s true.
For my heart beats weaker and weaker,
Every minute without you.
Filling each waking minute with distant thoughts of you,
Filling the nights with fairy-tale dreams to one day make come true,
Thinking of you, and thinking of ways to make time fly by, and suddenly
Thinking of ways to slow down, and stop time from flying by.
Cursing time that keeps you so far away from me, yet
Cherishing time that brings you here to stay with me.
This simple wish, of more time and love,
Has been granted and delivered
From the Angels up above.
So here stands, just another writer, just another poet,
Speaking of love, and simply wishing for more time,
To perhaps be able to utter and hear those words of Love
Words, softly whispered and spoken through the years,
From mother to child, from one to another,
from man to woman,
…From me, to you..
Just like
love and time, hand in hand,
Through the passage of a life.
-Fab Ricciardi
(http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-time-2/)
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