Time
If my love were to die tonight-
He hath taken her from me-
If I lose my sense of sight;
No avail, to clarity.
Soon, he will take her away,
And he, I can not stop,
He is quicker than the day,
And illusionary to a cop.
So young a stolen soul-
And before my score and ten-
Time has taken its toll,
A mortal can never win.
I can not get her back,
No money or fervent rhyme,
A new life is what I lack,
Can love stand the test of time?
For time hath made her ill;
And she has faded from me,
No matter what my will,
Time lacks charity.
That barbaric figure-
Had taken her youth-
He will soon steal again,
The dark shaded sleuth.
A true happy ending,
Is one that never ends,
I found my love,
But time wins.
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