I met you ....once.
500 years, before.
For it takes that long,to nurture.
Of life, of soul mates.
And true love, must be sure....
Ticking, always, ticking....
That, invisible clock, that measures..... emotion.
If a face, could launch, a thousand ships!
Could not, that same love,
But ..... conquer, a lost lovers heart ?
I'll have chance of dying..... in,
bed
But I'd be dying alone!
Giajl © Jim Love