Love is a clock, so mine is timeless

Love, like a clock, its heartbeat in the second hand, A rush to unlock the heart's embrace. I, circle endlessly, returning to where I start. The minute hand, searching twelvefold for a heart's perfect time. Sweethearts, counted on fingers mastered by numbers. The hour hand, slows my chase with love's seasoned patience. You, a cuckoo's call, announcing the awaited moment.