Wait an hour, wait a day,
wait and listen to what I say:
I'd wait for you, and you know it too.
Minute one or hours ten,
our time together will be glorious when
the clock will stop while we hold its hand.
Love ourselves and love each other,
take one kiss and steal another,
then time will slow 'til we let it go.
Comments
threeleafshamrock | June 6, 2009 - 10:48
The hands of time only go clockwise except for maybe for the memories and they are baggage that we must carry with us - or recycle. Nice one.
Chris ;)