Rushing, the hands of time do swiftly turn,
And all we have, it fades with every tick.
The memories we make, we cannot earn,
For they are but fleeting moments to pick.
The years they pass, like sand through open hand,
And all we hold will one day turn to dust.
But in our hearts, our love will firmly stand,
A constant flame that time cannot adjust.
Though age may wrinkle skin and dim the eye,
Our passion and our love will never die.
For in each other’s arms, we’ll always find,
A refuge from the passing of time.