If Time is measured on those moments spent,
On instances we treasured, how it went,
While based on heartbeats that we often hear,
When to each other we have come so near,
Time seemed so fast, and gone before we know,
Too short for all the love we want to show;
But while to wait for anything to come,
The minutes drag on, till to hours become,
And all tomorrows stay unreachable,
If therein lie those words so lovable;
And why, it seems beyond eternity,
Before that sweet contracted kiss would lay.
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