In the quiet ticking of the clock,
Lies a love that never fades,
Each moment a precious memory,
Etched in endless serenades.
Time may weave its gentle thread,
Through the echoes of our hearts,
Yet love remains a steadfast guide,
Even as the world departs.
In the shadows of the past,
And the promise of tomorrow,
Love and time entwine their paths,
In joy, in tears, in borrowed sorrow.
So let time dance in loveâs embrace,
A rhythm neither slow nor fast,
For in this timeless, tender grace,
Our hearts find home at last.