The Timing of Lovers Palpitating Heartbeat
Tell me lover please what intimately
makes you tick
So I can summon forth bye whatsoever
means
I may intricately hand craft a bespoke clock
That pulses and count's time in accordance
to your particular individual heartbeat
That whence it chimes and strikes the bewitching hour of the truest form
of pure love
The second minute and hour hand's
grind the entire world to a frozen stop
Because nothing else not even time itself
progresses in this vacuum bubble
No light emitting speed permitting
pierces relatively between the steely
gaze of two
And matter's not how many minutes
hour's day's or months may pass
Until he or she blink's first only after then
the hand's of time are permitted
To the pace of their elevated
palpitating beating heart a skip
along once again
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