The Timing of Lovers Palpitating Heartbeat

Tell me lover please what intimately makes you tick So I can summon forth bye whatsoever means I may intricately hand craft a bespoke clock That pulses and count's time in accordance to your particular individual heartbeat That whence it chimes and strikes the bewitching hour of the truest form of pure love The second minute and hour hand's grind the entire world to a frozen stop Because nothing else not even time itself progresses in this vacuum bubble No light emitting speed permitting pierces relatively between the steely gaze of two And matter's not how many minutes hour's day's or months may pass Until he or she blink's first only after then the hand's of time are permitted To the pace of their elevated palpitating beating heart a skip along once again