Love’s Clock

we’re born thirsty
yearning for love
the love of a mother
pure and genuine
growing, growing…
tic toc

childhood play
summer fun
joyous laughter
under the sun
innocent love…
tic toc, tic toc

young, strong, and fearless
pretty girl, handsome boy—
tic toc, tic toc, tic toc

falling in love
hearts skipping
everyday, delightful is life—
until death to us part…
tic toc

raising our spirits high
kings, queens we become
battling to resist love’s slayer…
tic toc, tic toc

no longer easy,
we’re growing apart
struggling, resisting, the pull of the abyss…
tic toc, tic toc, tic toc

heroes, heroines
we must become
man, woman
together as one
in battle, side by side
deconstructing the concept of time—
shattering the clock!!

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