Gaze of Love

Like blowing cold wind is time You can’t escape it no matter how well you rhyme Yet there is something besides passage of time That is a gift that is most sublime Her eyes are like of Love Sea They shine with health depth and majesty Like multiples of continuity Like soul of divinity She is the gift of time and space She is realization of last fundamental place Of continuity multiples face Beyond time itself ability is hidden under her sleeve visage of an ace Wind gently blows through poplar tree With it the wind brings unwritten destiny But last fundamental place realized at the base is a key To find one’s own version of it and be beyond whims of capricious destiny