Poetry

While time far too quickly passes us by
in the presence of things pure and true
that between some beloved partners does lie,

sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs covering over us, in it’s deep blue
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I,

as there’s longing for something in each eye
of every great thing that we can pursue,
while continually time gets wings to fly

but somewhere a kind of essence does lie,
like something precious with a prefect hue,
as true love is the thing that does us tie

while in every thing for which we vie
you accompany me in all that we do
and somewhere is lost the me and the my

while own interests we do at times defy,
your graceful face remains my only retinue
until the very day that we do die,

even in all that we treat with some fie
we stick to each other like a kind of glue
while time far too quickly passes us by.