A Beating Heart

I recall how we once strolled together; how our hands met, firmly clasped, yet gentle, as would two puzzle pieces we fit – Saw the greater picture...the landscape mountains, then down life's slopes, our sparse valleys far greener than others for the closeness we shared. We were a true panorama when it came to matters of love. No Gable and Leigh~ just real, from head to foot. Alive with all scents of leisure and labor, the pungent aroma of the many worldly atmospheres inhaled, we moved as one despite their differences, never alone even when briefly parted. Time, of course, is merely, a soulless counter... oblivious of human passions unregulated. Oh, to give Time a beating heart! Then love would only start, start, and start....