Point of no return

Drag back the hands of time  our love has g r o w n in leaps and bounds     we've f~l~o~w~n with b~i~r~d~s many times, returning         to hold an olive branch— our feet s.t.u.c.k in clay, molded by love~     we are now at a point of no return Count the teeth in our mouths  many are missing to b-l-o-w ourselves a good kiss     our skin now w~r~i~n~k~l~e~d, and we care less when         we g~i~g~g~l~e like playful c h i l d r e n,         tingling at the joy of c~r~i~n~k~l~e~d clothes Beauties have faded   handsomeness now f~l~o~a~t~s in thin a~i~r  our v i s i o n too feeble to s e e flowers         in their f.r.e.s.h.n.e.s.s—   our hands too weak to c~a~r~e~s~s,      to a~r~o~u~s~e a dead horse back to life          even when a once-dry ~l~a~k~e~         is filled with the ~w~a~t~e~r~ of p.a.s.s.i.o.n We are now resigned to fate   our love is at a point of no return     old age has made love our only option—   no room for hatred, since our hearts p.u.m.p          only pure love as ~b~l~o~o~d~