Time leads to all things, eventually,
As long days turn into blissful nights, and
We take part in the dreams we have wished for -
Like scenes of serenity shimmering
As you step gracefully into my room;
Moments paced by faith with traces of lace
Changing my mood in an honest heartbeat.
I know you will hear the sound too, my love,
For its intention sets the rhythm for
The plethora of emotion that is
Bore henceforth (understood only by us).
Desires will dance before our blue eyes -
We will claim our roles as stars in the most
Beautiful love story never written,
As we fall into arms and cherished charm,
With luminous longevity passing
Through diaphanous garments as even
They slip sweetly because of our passion.
Aye, time will lead to us lying amazed
As blissful nights turn into blissful days.
Time will lead to us locked in an eternal gaze…