There are no clocks in this room

There are no clocks in this room

There comes a time when time becomes a fear,
We wait for fate to take the plans we've made.
The day slips, and sets, and night draws near.
Tomorrow life turns blue as in the shade.

The day is what we live; the moment now,
And time becomes the foe of ecstasy:
The reason for the sweat upon my brow,
But hope remains the day's epiphany!

Right now it's you and me, we, Eros blessed.
We dream, it seems, we live on our own cloud,
And yet I fear taboo Apollo dressed,
We have to, age-restricted, our love shroud.

My staple dose, my other half, my mine,
You punctuate time's black wrap: you shine.