Stopping Time Poem by Ghost Legend

A nostalgic joy comes over the thought
Of his eyes over your body like I could have,
If I had lived a little into the future;
Our decades of fun could sweetly pass,
Simply for us to discover ourselves:
Every height to climb,
Cave to dwell.
All of those places we'd chill,
Melt in vociferous rhythm.
There's no stopping time, we must accept this fact,
Yet our minds could choose to remain reluctant,
Absorbed in the fantasy of friends,
When at heart we're lovers.
I'll always savor the moments,
Remember the flavors, your potions,
Imagine that curtain open,
Just so I could close it.