Poetry

The time has rushed by, love,
the days are different from what they had been,
as if all great things our eyes have seen
as no greater feelings to each other we can prove.
 
The time has rushed by, love,
outside the winter is gone, everything is green,
while in our hearts our love grows unseen
as if nothing can it quench or remove.
 
Every day have got the capacity of great happiness
as if in it there is something great, something deeper still,
that just waits to come true
as if you are part of me, part of my consciousness
as if daily somehow we will
stick to each other with a bond much stronger than glue.