Time never waits for us or for our love:
Like rose, love wilts, as song, it can grow old,
Or if, like coals that glow, or stars above,
Could sooner fade or dim, and can grow cold;
Not one thing stays; Should love a mountain be,
It's moved by faith, the size of mustard seed,
And forests chose where else to bring each tree,
No mind is set, as it could change its creed;
And yet, without Time's gross impatience still,
Too fickle are some hearts to wait for long
Beyond hope's prime dominion to fulfill,
When just so near, it's easy to belong;
.... So hurry with that kiss and warm embrace,
.... We can't wait either, let's give Time a race.
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