There was a time when time didn't matter,
The time before I met you;
I never cast a backward glance,
Each day was just time renewed
There was time to do a lot of things
But none were important before you;
Time was there, and time was mine,
And time always brought something new
There was a time I dreamed a dream
Of a valley where happiness thrived;
I eagerly searched for the hidden path
But time refused to be my guide
Then one day, time brought you to me
And my dream had been fulfilled;
I loved you the moment I saw you,
It was that day that time stood still
Time made you mine, then reclaimed you,
Now I spend my time alone;
Was time envious of our love?
Time has turned my heart to stone
What did I ever do to time,
O, how could it be so cruel?
If time would bring you back to me
I'd respect it and play by its rule
Never will time be the same again,
I'll waste it and curse it, with pleasure,
But I'll always remember my time with you,
Like a jewel in a box, it's my treasure!
Wow such a marvelous recollections poem penned in an admirable way! U end it superbly with d treasure box take. Hey n gr8 to know u grow lavender n honeysuckle, mom grew jasmines.
What a beautiful poem, I loved that last stanza, absolutly beautiful a good 10.
An excellent poem that touches our heart. The first and the last line are the treasure of this poem.
Hi Lora, good to here from a fellow Missourian. We cannot stop time. Failure to act may make any action irrelevant, because the time to act has passed. He who hesitates is lost.
Beautiful but sad - time steals so much from us all, but in its fullness can also bring things to us which we never expected.
beautiful love poem.the moments of love must be cherished for ever.liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an excellent poem Lora! liked it v much........we have no control before time, we have to bow before it and act as per its rules........there are times when we used to b tired running after time, then comes a phase in our life when we have plenty of time n we find ways and means to pass it! that life! a very lovely write about time linking it to your beloved.