In moments fleeting, Time we cannot bind,
A silent thief, it steals each golden day,
Yet in our hearts, we seek and hope to find,
The echoes of the past that softly stay.

The sands of Time slip swiftly through our grasp,
With every breath, a moment fades away,
Yet in our dreams, the memories we clasp,
And in our words, the timeless truths convey.

Though Time may age the flesh and dim the sight,
It cannot touch the soul’s eternal flame,
For in each heart, there burns a constant light,
That keeps alive the beauty of our name.

So let us cherish every passing hour,
And write our love in lines that Time defy,
For though it flies, it has not all the power,
To steal the songs and sonnets we have tied.