Time, once a steadfast friend, now betrayed,
On the journey to love, it faltered and swayed.
Each tick, each tock, a promise it made,
Yet in the quest for affection, it began to fade.
Moments slipped through its elusive grasp,
As love's elusive touch it failed to clasp.
For while love bloomed with passion's fire,
Time stumbled, unable to inspire.
In the dance of hearts, it lagged behind,
While love soared, unrestrained, unconfined.
Its measured pace could not compete,
With the fervor of love, wild and sweet.
Oh, how time yearned to be embraced,
By love's gentle hand, to feel encased.
But alas, its efforts proved in vain,
As love's fervent tide it could not restrain.
And so, in the shadows, time stood still,
Watching love's ardor, feeling the chill.
For despite its best, it could not see,
How to capture love's true decree.
Yet in this tale, a truth remains clear,
That while time may falter, love perseveres.
For though time failed on its route,
Love endures, without a doubt.
Content by me: mhistarex
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