Thursday, April 19, 2012

Unforsaken...



I’ll wait, my dear
The time, the tear
Are temporal in their torment
The purpose sought
Within my thought
Is worth each drawn-out moment
Love has no clock
No tick or tock
And all who’ve held its measure
Have come to know
The ebb and flow
Of both its pain and pleasure
For love is not
For faint of thought
Its bulwark is not shaken
With dark despair
Love hopes, with prayer
Its promise un-forsaken

© J~

1 comment:

Optimistic Existentialist said...

"Love has no clock
No tick or tock"

Isn't that the magnificent truth :)