I am entranced by time, she is my love
Though lesser men do fear her and shrink back
For she grows fleet and faster with each year
Whilst we slow down and fade within her trap.
And yet I’ve come to love her and not fear
Some hostages fall often for their guards.
Whilst seasons turn she gently dries my tears
And smoothes my open wounds to healed scars.
The promised blessing, yet still miles away
She draws it to me with each hour that passes.
The foolishness I had in all youth’s day
Is washed from me as I attend her classes.
I am in love with time, too soon to leave
And timeless run upon Elisions’ grasses.
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