The sands of time are a torturous device.
We have a trial period in order to suffice.
The feeling of love is set on a time limit.
You must be 1 for this long to have it.
Love is to be free from all cares.
To have long competitions of love stares.
To lay her head on my chest.
Ooh, I like that one the best.
Love is to do nothing,
but yet, do everything.
Love is to be sweet and tender,
All of this to be mixed together, in a blender....
Eric Pennington
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-time/
