In fleeting moments, time unfolds its might,
Each tick a whisper in the silent night.
A gentle thief that steals our youth away,
Yet grants us wisdom with each passing day.

The sun ascends, then bows to evening’s call,
As shadows lengthen on the ancient wall.
In nature’s rhythm, time is ever spun,
A tapestry of days, forever done.

Yet in the verses of the bard’s own hand,
Time finds its match, a love that dares to stand.
Immortal words that challenge its embrace,
Preserving beauty in a timeless space.

So let us dance with time and not despair,
For in our hearts, eternal love we bear.
Through Shakespeare’s sonnets, we defy the end,
In every line, a timeless truth we send.