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.
Copyright © Sophie Nguyen | Year Posted 2024
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