Time tied her....

Time tied her to my memory.
But Time is also a flood carrying away
The delight of her kisses.

Time is conclusive when it decides to kill.
It is the enemy of joy.
The deceiver of dreams.

It is fleeting when we try to hold
It to its promise of happy moments
And the sincerity of love.

I hate Time but....I love It, too!
We seem to love or hate that which
Always turns out to be evanescent....
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