All Clocks Poem by Aram Stefanian

I hate to wait,
To count minutes, seconds.
I'd break all clocks that are
Taking away our precious moments.
I'd put a fence to guard us
From the gossips.
I'd burn all money causing
Lies and quarrels.
You are still too young
To grasp my love and passion.
When gotten older, you'll find
That love's out of fashion.
I wish you stayed with me
Until the bitter end.
Love is all I can give,
Cherish, appreciate, and lend.